I know you're rich in. Good clothes and little things. Your mind is fancy. And your car is bitchin'. . Is she weird, is she weird, is she white. Is she promised to the night?.
Put this down for the record. It's more or less unchequered. . Wasted days and wasted nights. Made me a fcking beggar. No soul my milk is curdled. I'm the burger-meister of purgatory.
As loud as hell, a ringing bell. Behind my smile it shakes my teeth. And all the while, as vampires feed. I bleed, I bleed, I bleed. . Prithee, my dear, why are we here?.
They always said that you. Would never be anything. Everything you tried to do was. Just a waste of time. But you believed you could do. Anything you wanted to.
Everybody got something to say and they're coming. On strong like a smooth operator. Everybody got something to say but I'll be moving along. And I'll see you all later.
I was alone in my big bed those lonely nights I tried to reach you. Your putting me on. Messed with my head but have you heard I'm going to teach you.
He was hurting for the answers. He was serving up the questions. He was searching for a guru he was lucky that he knew you. When I saw your fine physique I was into you like a train.
Some call it the ribbon. Some say the white line. I say truck stop living. Well, it suits me fine. . Every day of the week. Every day of the week. . We heard some other fellers talking.
I've seen your picture all over the place. I turn the corner and I see your face. Vehicular billboards reserve you a space. Flashing your smile at the entire human race.
If you went away, called it all a day, said that it was through. 'Cause a new man or an old friend or a guru. 'Cause you got a bit tired of me now, that I could believe.
I was alone in my big bed. Those lonely nights I tried to reach you. . You're putting me on, messed with my head. But have you heard I'm going to teach you.