Dialed up his Murs on the telephone Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is Brain freezing up, he don't know to do But the people that know him that it ain't nothing new Catch rings, then an answering machine Hang up on the beep, stare up the ceiling Stood up to remember that he slept So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his nest up to that big outside Somebody once "Today's a good day to die." But he never was a big fan of their work So he starts up the walk by kicking in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you a minute Handle it. up. The change, you can keep it He's a sucker for the morning and summer cleavage If you knew him he'd ask for some time 'cause he's for a reservoire to empty his mind And there's only so he can put in a song talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
2X] And house has gotta lotta walls But very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta walls But very few mean anything to you
No shop value to Far shallow, so get it straight Blacktop, sidewalk,and the 'cause life is priceless and is cheap And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered Following a tune, to consume Carefully learning and the lyrics you use Finally realizing humility is a bruise Scared don't make none If walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones Watching man, falling off of his plan- Underachievin' so he can understand. (Crazy reverse speech.)
So, who did tattoos? That's And who built tabboos? life If he had a glass pipe, he smash it and use it to slash his wrists But already beat him to it He would fingerpaint you a picture with his A self-portrait, dramatic and But the odds of you any appreciation are too slim- Keeps his outlook Tap his to the rhythm of original sin Throw his balls to the wind trying to know down these He'll swinging from the hair above his chin Till he finds his in the fifty cent bin The of the payphone escalates Fake smile he takes home one of his dates He could write another hate-poem for you to Or maybe stay calm and for that big earthquake Still surrounded by the fire and the trying to honor this empire's daughter Still questions you're afraid to ask Still believing that gonna save his ass
If you knew him better ask for some time 'cause he's looking for a to empty his mind And only so much he can put in a song Gotta to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong