I put my best foot first and it got burnt. Communication always hurts. I've got myself so deep inside a hole. I taste the air go thin as I get old, as I get old.
She likes big boats, big yachts, designer throws. She likes big blokes, body oil, sex that chokes. Her mother left her when she was fifteen. Out of the nest into the vacuum flow.
Follow the river. Wallow in silver. Voices draw nearer. I'm counting out the day's wage. . Let it be known, lettin' it out. Let it be known, lettin' it out.
Looking through my window shade, stare at streets that bare no name. Now it all looks strange to me, yesterday seems like a dream. But I often try too hard, To break the routine of my day.
It's funny how I watch the day go by. I'm sitting watching TV. Talk shows high. There's banging on the walls. My head aches. I'm drinking out the world.
I can't dress so I can't dance to disco. I can't move and I hate the way my feet go. I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show. Why can't she see?.