Lyrics of American collectibles

Don't want to face it, erase it
Don't want to sleep in this basement
Don't want to write the word cold out anymore
Gotta blanket newspaper
Mr. dirty coat for neighbor
Don't want to liven up the streets anymore, anymore

They paint the park bench baby
They tend to let them stay
They're old and lost their lady
Gotta get away
They paint the park bench baby
They tend to make them go
They're old and lost their lady
Gotta get a home