Drunken Poet's Dream

I got a woman who's wild as Rome She likes bein' naked and gazed upon She crosses a bridge, she sets in on fire She lands like a bird on a telephone wire I'm gonna hollar and I'm gonna scream I'm gonna get me some mescaline And then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline It's a drunken poet's dream There's some money on the table and a pistol on the floor A few paperback books by Louis L'Amour Whisky bottles are scattered like last night's clothes With cigarettes and papers and Oreos My harmonica's got a busted reed My lips are chapped and about to bleed She says, that's nothing, when she was a kid She danced with the dead at the pyramids I'm gonna hollar and I'm gonna scream I'm gonna get me some mescaline Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline It's a drunken poet's dream Now I'll never pay back my student loan Smellin' like Coors and cheap cologne She tells me not to worry about Judgment Day She says dyin' to get into heaven's just not our way I'm gonna hollar and I'm gonna scream I'm gonna get me some mescaline Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline It's a drunken poet's dream I got a woman who's wild as Rome She likes bein' naked and gazed upon