I have a t.v. screen of some 32 inches. T.v. dinner and an easy chair. From where I view a disaster. And switch the channel fast. And thank my lucky star I wasn't there.
Out of time out of tune. Born sucking on a silver spoon. Trying hard for the best. You don't come close but I can stand the test. Here's a hint here's a clue.
Past morning and I raise my head. Won't turn on the lights, won't get out of bed. Phone bugs me, baby, you're not here. I wish I didn't wake up. . How I wish today was yesterday's news.
Down on free street. Buried six feet down. In a one horse. Carefully locked door town. Where no one ever comes around. There ain't nothing there to be found.
I was paralyzed. As I opened up my bloodshot eyes. Do I really want to know. Where I've been. Or where I've put my nose. . I'm in a rut. Keep kicking myself in the nuts.
Hey girl. You'll land it. You've got supplies. If they demand it. You've got the looks. And the glamour. Cut by the chisel. And beat by the hammer. . They're naive.
Oh honey, goes to work and looks sedate. But honey, will help you out when late. . She offers. There's no way you'll decline. Now won't you please meet baby borderline.
You're a knife to his gun. When you're bored. He's out having fun. . You're always on the lookout. He's a star, you struggle with do's. And who you are.
Lookin' up from a wayside ditch now. Lookin' up from your pitch black hole in the ground. There's only one place left for you to go. Uncharted territories will unfold.
Spare me, I don't need your yappin'. I got directions thrown at me. Like I was in need of clues. . All night long, all day, night. Noon, morning, same old song.
Such a long while now. Since my highs dropped to lows. You know the sad part is. It's starting to show. That I ain't been quite myself now. For quite a long time.
Can you feel it. Pumpin' down like heavy love?. Can you feel it. Getting down to rise above?. . The rhythm gets you higher. Than the mountain tops. And everybody's ready.
Gone down and out feels like it's sinkin'. With a sense of direction it comes tumblin' down. And the sky's gone dark, the streets are stinkin'. And the howlin' wind comes blowin' through the neon towns.
Out of key with my time. Banned from streets of gold 'cause of my rhyme. So tell me is there still a world to win. Or am I just a captive of the original sin.
Insincerity. Negativity. No Unity. Something's gone wrong. Thinking to myself how smart I am. Because I won't get caught up. In some dick's bad joke..
Insincerity. Negativity. No Unity. Something's gone wrong. Thinking to myself how smart I am. Because I won't get caught up. In some dick's bad joke..