ON The Fishing Line

Hanging on the sunset
All he wants to do
Is find a sweet companion
Who don't look a bit like you
And you'll be in good company
With someone better than him
In a comedy show of losers
You gotta be lucky to win

Animal attraction
Welcome to the monkey house
Hearts worn as old leather
Making love on a tired couch
If you die in the suburbs
Or live it out under the city glare
Drink fast or slowly
It's still the same truth or dare

Fake cops with real positions
Politicians with fake words
Love died without the glory
Gloria has a habit she can't afford
Sandman sleeping it off now
No clouds for the stars to hide
We see nothing but beauty
In the way some thing's gotta die

Eggs and bacon
Coffee weak but cheap
He never leaves the diner
Til he gets a piece of that devil's cake
Goes down well with the funnies
They get him every time
But nothing gets him madder
Than a pole without the fishing line