Izzy Stradlin, "Box"

Lives in a box down by the ocean
Down off the main road by the hill
Takes what he finds and eats it right there
Makes what he can with what he will

He don't ride the bus
They don't let him drive
There he walks for miles, a day
Cause he ain't got no ride



Lives in a box down by the ocean
Down by the seaside at the hill
Palm trees they make the view look good there
Even though he looks pretty ill