| D | C | |
| Mostly I'm scattered with | castaway matter |
| G | D | |
| The | usual stuff that you | see |
| D | C | |
| Palm trees and babies and | televised time |
| G | D | |
| And o | ccasionally pieces o | f me |
| Once I was something but I can't remember |
| Whatever that something should be |
| Palm trees and babies and televised wind |
| And occasionally pieces of me |
| B | C | D | |
| I | still have the | hole where my | heart was |
| B | C | D | |
| And the | head where my | mind used to | live |
| B | C | B | C | |
| The | rest of my | body was | kidnapped by | aliens |
| B | C | |
| Who | took most everything I had to | give |
| There's palm trees and milky machine guns |
| And sunsets that melt like a gem in the sea |
| Hours and hours of televised time |
| And occasionally pieces of me |
| **verses and chorus repeat as necessary |