Dialed up his homie on the telephone Gotta to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong Brain freezing up, he don't what to do But the people that know him know it ain't nothing new five rings, then an answering machine Hang up on the beep, up towards the ceiling Stood up to remember that he fully-dressed So he grabbed his and put a hat on his rat's nest Stepped up to big outside Somebody once said "Today's a day to die." But he never really was a big fan of work So he starts up the walk by kicking in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a to friends He'll a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute Handle it. up. The change, you can keep it He's a sucker for the smile and summer cleavage If you him better he'd ask for some time 'cause he's for a reservoire to empty his mind And there's so much he can put in a song Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is
2X] And house has gotta lotta walls But very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta But only few mean anything to you
No shop value to Far shallow, so get it straight Blacktop, sidewalk,and the 'cause life is and talk is cheap And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered Following a tune, to consume learning and analyzing the lyrics you use Finally realizing that humility is a Scared love don't make If these walls could speak, they would peep the fake ones Watching this man, off of his plan- Underachievin' just so he can understand. (Crazy speech.)
So, who did tattoos? nice And who your tabboos? That's If he had a glass pipe, he would smash it and use it to slash his But already beat him to it He fingerpaint you a picture with his blood A self-portrait, dramatic and But the odds of you finding any are too slim- Keeps his grim Tap his to the rhythm of original sin Throw his balls to the wind trying to know down pins He'll keep swinging from the hair his chin he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin The of the payphone escalates Fake smile when he home one of his dates He write another hate-poem for you to break Or maybe calm and wait for that big earthquake Still by the fire and the water Still trying to honor this empire's Still answering questions afraid to ask Still that God's gonna save his ass
If you knew him better he'd ask for time 'cause he's looking for a to empty his mind And there's only so he can put in a song Gotta talk to who can tell him what the hell is wrong