Providence (Live)

Watt, here I'm downstairs from your window, your uh Pub' phone booth, if you're up (I get tense) Thurston—Watt—Thurston I think it's ten thirty We're calling from Providence, Rhode Island Did you find your shit? You gotta watch the mota, Thurston Your fucking memory just goes out the window We couldn't find it in the van at all We were wondering if you looked in that trash can When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in your hand? Did you dump it? (Thanks) Call later, bye