Chinese Rocks

Somebody calls me on the phone.
Say hey-hey-hey is Arty Home.
You wanna take a walk.
You wanna go cop.
You wanna go get some Chinese Rock.
I’m livin’on a Chinese Rock.
All my best things are in hock.
I’m livin’on a chinese rock.
Everything is in the pawn shop.
The plaste fallin’off the wall.
My girlfriend cryin’in the shower stall.
It’s hot as a bitch.
I should’ve been rich.
But I’m just diggin’a Chinese ditch.