Soul Coughing - Misinformed текст песни

(M. Doughty)
His eyes go funny, you can't place why.
All dolled up in bellhop drag
It is like a burden to the beat, to the long gone
I was once misinformed about your intentions
Were you right to burn the rock star? Were you right to drop the
roster?
On dollar bill, one dollar bill
Nah nah nah