Dames a Dime a Dozen

Don’t know how to preface this

Where’s this story going on?

Vomiting epilogues

When even discourse does its peaking, oh

Can’t push a solid note down the throat

Rolling a blank straight through a smoker’s valve

Ooh

Been busy lyin’ on my bed

Chewing fat with the ceiling, oh

A man says he’d take me back

For a dollar of steak and a nice piece of ass

And I would go anywhere, everywhere

I don’t care, man, I’m with you

Ooh, man I’m with you

Ooh, man I’m with you

Walk the daytime

So I, so I

Walk the nightlife

So I, so I

Curb the streetlights

So I, so I

Drag the sound down

So I, so I can sleep

So I, so I can sleep

So I, so I

So I, so I