Everywhere I go, everyone I see,. Knows the secret languishing down inside of me.. A change of scene could be the key,. Go to the cupboard, take out the bottle and splash it all over me..
Well they paid him the advance,. And waited for the book.. But the writer didn't care none,. No he didn't give a F. F. F. F.. Fortune squandered,. He's drugged up bad..
Broken glass is everywhere, crunchin' underfoot,. The windswept streets preparing for the flood.. A priest with a bible is doing all the plugs,. Jobs now are seconary to sex and drugs..
Kickin' up the dust clouds here we go,. Out to the Wild West.. Ride the ferry as the sun goes down,. Carrying on the quest.. But on the way back all's not well,.
You're getting under my skin,. The places that you've been.. You're dishing out the dirt,. And sure know how to hurt.. . But you're going nowhere ya missing the whole damn point,.
Feel depressed, walking home,. Could have used a megaphone.. Inanimate objects getting me down,. Mechanical failures all around.. . I shot the Marshall,.
Cruising down the highway,. Indianapolis bound.. The sun is out, shades are on,. But the gig still can't be found.. As we gaze out of the window,. See fields and barns float up..
I don't wear a tie don't ask me why I feel uncomfortable in one. And I won't wear a suit cause it might take root. And I end up towing one of your lines.
You were twenty five when you split the scene,. Why did you have to go away ?. Prospects were good, you had money to burn,. But you had the curse of the 'J'..
Heard him on the radio, seen him on tv,. Watched his movies he didn't impress me.. He's in the Whitehouse, I'm in the doledrums,. Someone's gotta get him, before his time comes..
Can't take no more of this daily grind. I need some space to unwind. Not enough Carrots to many sticks. But I'm prepared to take the risks. . I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down again.
Sittin' in my darkened room, got nothing else to do.. Tune into my radio, but there's nothing coming through.. Luxemburg has lost the call, Brussels is nowhere..
If you've a hollow life you cling to what you got,. And if nothing's blooming you gotta stop the rot.. When the world is black, cloaked in despair,. Don't head down come up for air..