Drunken Poet's Dream

I got a woman, she's wild as Rome She likes to lay naked and be gazed upon Well, she crosses a bridge then sets in on fire Lands like a bird on a telephone wire Wine bottles scattered like last night's clothes Cigarettes, papers, and dominoes Well, she laughs for a minute 'bout the shape I'm in Says, "You be the sinner, honey, I'll be the sin" I'm gonna holler, and I'm gonna scream I'm gonna get me some mescaline She brings me roses and a place to lean A drunken poet's dream There's some money on the table and a pistol on the floor Some old paperback books of Louis L'Amour She says, "Honey, don't worry 'bout Judgement Day All these people goin' to heaven They're just in our way" I'm gonna holler, and I'm gonna scream I'm gonna get me some mescaline She brings me roses and a place to lean A drunken poet's dream Now, all my life, I laid around While the colors all turned blue Well, I close my eyes And I finally found it Brought me back to you I got a woman, she'd wild as Rome Aw, she likes to lay naked and be gazed upon Well, she crosses a bridge then sets in on fire Lands like a bird on a telephone wire I'm gonna holler, and I'm gonna scream I'm gonna get me some mescaline She brings me roses and a place to lean A drunken poet's dream A drunken poet's dream A drunken poet