sometimes I walk around town looking at faces

wonderin why their bodies go to silly places.

Walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills,

your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway.

Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams,

fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall.

Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement

snoozing in cobwebs and the cement.

Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame,

maybe im to blame for his short bitter fucked up life.