Samuel/Samantha Video (MV)

If it has to be somewhere other than here
Let's be in Hollywood!
Woke up cold on the floor
Next to Samuel who's not looking well anymore
He nibbled at Jack, while I took my jacket back
From Garret who'd needed to sell acid tabs
And said he'd freeze his ass off on the way back from mass
And the consequence of a drunken afternoon
Samantha you stole my heart
And the shattered ribs like a rusted, bended spoon
That you tried to keep locked in the drawer
Margaret, I want you to know
I was half asleep halfway to Houston
Half remembered you
And one of those stories you made me read
A man who used to sing, now sold chemical solutions
Was looking for a bite to eat
Maybe then his tremors would cease
But it was a ghastly and unsightly feast
Devoid of faculty or constitution
But he declared triumphantly
"I am the buffet king"