Surrealism Run Amock

So, I'm listening to the radio the other day, and REM comes on, and what-his-name, Michael Stripe, is singing:

This one goes out to my one-eyed love
This one goes out to my one-eyed left behind

Hey, if his girlfriend is handicapped, that's cool, but the part about the "one-eyed left behind" makes no sense at all. Kids these days! Back in my day, lyrics used to make sense:

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known