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