The Legend Of Popeye Jones

Ask him anything,
Got a quick wit but no ambition,
Its alright,
Its okay,
Hes got less on the way,
And I just sit here,
While he over there getting lost,
In his own thoughts in the forest,
He thinks about the times where he had no time for us,

He's got nothing to lose,
As he sings the blues,
Locked up in that cell,
He's got more than you know,
And you know that he's hiding it well,

Get down on the paper,
And lie on the mattress,
This world is too small for your over night practice,
I have no ability,
Check my tranquility,
Well, I just attack it for it is just killing me,