Dialed up his homie on the telephone Gotta talk to who can tell him what the hell is wrong Brain freezing up, he don't know to do But the people that know him know that it nothing new Catch five rings, an answering machine Hang up on the beep, stare up the ceiling Stood up to that he slept fully-dressed 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 really was a big fan of work So he starts up the walk by sand in the dirt A to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes you have a minute Handle it. Paid up. The change, you can it He's a for the morning smile and summer cleavage If you knew him better he'd ask for time 'cause looking 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 this house has gotta walls But only few mean anything to you And house has gotta lotta walls But only very few anything to you
No shop value to Far from shallow, so get it Blacktop, sidewalk,and the 'cause life is priceless and is cheap And as he (as he sits) in his four-cornered room a tune, born to consume Carefully learning and the lyrics you use realizing that humility is a bruise Scared love don't none If these could speak, they would peep about the fake ones Watching this man, off of his plan- Underachievin' so he can understand. (Crazy reverse speech.)
So, who did tattoos? nice And who built tabboos? life If he had a glass pipe, he would it and use it to slash his wrists But someone beat him to it He would fingerpaint you a picture with his A self-portrait, and morbid But the of you finding any appreciation are too slim- Keeps his outlook Tap his foot to the of original sin Throw his balls to the trying to know down these pins He'll keep swinging the hair above his chin Till he finds his soul in the fifty bin The price of the payphone smile when he takes home one of his dates He could write another hate-poem for you to Or maybe stay calm and wait for that big Still by the fire and the water trying to honor this empire's daughter Still questions you're afraid to ask Still believing God's gonna save his ass
If you knew him he'd ask for some time 'cause looking for a reservoire to empty his mind And only so much he can put in a song Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him the hell is wrong