I need some help,
I can't get up.
My tongues is stuck to the pavement
With my luck.
I know it's been a little while
With reptiles and crustaceans
With my
Mile high expectations of
An unfounded love
That's grasping at cut plastic straws.
I stagger through neon saloons.
My kung-fu moves need soothing,
Rub your lotion on my skin with silken glove.
And watch as I coil around a comment
Made last week about
My drinking
Stop this thinking
I'm not leaving yet,
I've left my phone.
I hate my job,
I can't get work as a rock god
F*ck these pits
I'm a bout to blow.
I'm needle thin and greedy
For a love
Who'll hold my freakish quirks
But the drugs aren't working,
I'm still full of shit.
Pissed now, bugging strangers
With my work.
We are desired not adored.
We are the rose our own thorns.
In a world were we're painted as we're seen.
Our stories, now, to sell
In a place that's heard your stories all before.
Car's are drivers.
Book are writers.
Headless chickens
Make great survivors.
Money's work,
Time is pay.
Wishing all the days away.
I'm drowned in gold,
My life is sleazy.
Love's forgiving.
Death is easy.
Yeah."