|
Look-look-looking in the pink |
|
While living in the red |
|
Pissing in the sink-sink-sink |
|
Too drunk to find the head |
|
Beg-beg-begging for the black |
|
Make me rich or make me dead |
|
I want a little pick me up |
|
So I won't stumble down tonight |
|
Considering staying alive |
|
Hitchhiking on the Disco Drive |
|
Sometimes jobs turn to vacations |
|
But always I must earn |
|
Waiting for standing ovations |
|
For filing my tax returns |
|
Searching for zippers |
|
But finding only seams |
|
The seamstress for strippers |
|
Must suspects my dirty peeking schemes* |
|
I want a little pick me up |
|
So I wont stumble down tonight |
|
Considering staying alive |
|
Wish I could only Disco Drive |
|
A man can only do his best |
|
I'm skipping steps and I'm taking breaths |
|
Hold your horses, cool your jets |
|
You can't make me be finished yet |
|
Don't trust the poets, they want to get paid |
|
They're playing their trade to the art of getting laid |
|
Don't trust the prophets, their visions are fudged |
|
They're buying our houses while selling us floods |
|
The hours will get you |
|
The owls will get you |
|
When I was a swear word |
|
The hours we shot-gunned |
|
The hours will get you |
|
The hours will get you |
|
The owls will get you |
|
The hours will get you |