Times have changed and the change of time's slow going my ramble tamble's still in tact and I've got plenty guts still showing all along the levy where
Off all the blessed intervals that defined ourselves as one I may remember only the last, as it's the interval you won I've thought about it and I just
Come On!
You can't believe your children you can't believe your wife, you can't take the credit fucking up your life. some people don't believe me when I tell
Look at my face turn it around I'm the invisible man I'm the expletive deleted Give me my suit hand me my tie flash me a smile I'm the expletive deleted
Jakie Jab is looking fab. He's got treble and a bass and a big tab. He's got oil in his hair from Arab and when he falls down, he dalls smack dab. Hey
Well, I've fallen from the grace of a dog whatcha gonna do? I'll scribble it down in my log I don't believe you! it wouldn't hurt to believe me well
The last of the daydreamers have walked out the open door avoiding any problems they might've had with the social law well, I remember Tuesday and every
She came over, but I was spent no money involved 'cause it came and went I'm so tired, she thinks that's bent it fills up my pockets and it pays my rent
Pick up the lines between your eyes grow up and get yourself to feeling younger longer for the sunshine waiting for an early rise won't it just shame
Good solid build, this ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men. polished new shoes and uniform not a bad sort "just came here on a whim" And
when the ballroom splendor and the glitzy glamor boys fall flat like cheap champagne, when the swirl of excitement and the sparkling smiles have fled
I have broken many dreams, but like broken hearts they seem to mend with ease I've traversed the open sea with a grain of guts and a gallon of need but
Well, you don't really know what you wanna do except to spend some time just being you but the game's unfair and the stakes are high what with the threat
You better go, or you'll be stepped on with your sharpened bayonette boots you'll be long gone You gotta go, You gotta get on with all the glory of good
Slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale, pissy ale stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave,
He's just a shadow of what he used to be ever since I put him in his place she's just a memory that's scarred him horribly and looks like lipstick on
I've said, and once too often, some things I'll never say again In streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for a few good men Sundays and holidays and twelve
