There Ain't New Songs

Waking up just trying to find my head I've got the keys in my pocket to the double eight dead Waiting for the last of the stars to come tumbling down Easy chair, easy to be wild and free With your dollar bill parties and good company Scrapping and yelling and shooting each other down But they closed off the park after Rudy dropped dead And the newspaper wrote what his momma read Living in the alley in a brown sedan Woke by the sound of the delivery man Feeling sorry for the people rushing 'round With all their places to go It's a beautiful life, it's a beautiful thing To be a beautiful loser in a beautiful scene To be the big wheel filling in the spaces in the background But we ain't seen the cat since the dogs got fed There ain't been no truth since the pigeons got bread Duct tape stuck to the toes of his boots Shot in the middle of a little dispute January's February murder was the talk of the town The ambulance came and the police arrived And a whisper was heard "please don't let me die" But the angels worked faster than the doctor that day And there ain't no sense in knowing what's said Cause there ain't new songs since Blaze been dead