Sometimes I walk around town lookin' at faces Wonderin' why their bodies go to silly places. Walkin' past the carpet mills Lookin' 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 I'm to blame For his short bitter f**ked up life.
writers: JIM JAMES
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