There is no one, nothin' to see The night is useless and so are we 'Cause everybody knows The fabric of folly is fallin' apart at the seams And I've
Cold brains Unmoved, untouched, unglued Alone at last And no thoughts No mind to rot behind A trail of disasters A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride
Where will you go when this day is over? A gambler's purse lays on the road Straight to your door, snakes have gone crazy tonight Winding their way out
I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe Ain't it hard, ain't it hard To want somebody who doesn't want you And I'
It's so easy to laugh at yourself And all those jokes have already been written Seems like another vain attempt To let yourself fall out of the oven
Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore
Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate, he puts on his gloves And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled There must be some blueprints
These withered hands have dug for a dream Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares Over the hill, a desolate wind Turns shit to gold and blows my soul
{Should we do another one then? Dead right Lets go One, two, three, four} A town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked The night is younger than us Nowhere
: Cold brains, Unmoved, Untouched, Unglued Alone at last No thoughts, No mind To rot Behind A trail of disasters A final the curse Abandoned hearse
: Treated you like a rusty blade A throwaway from an open grave Cut you loose from a chain gang And let you go And on the day you said it's true Some
: Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate, he puts on his gloves And he looks to the clouds All pink and disheveled There must be some blueprints
: These withered hands Have dug for a dream Sifted through sand And leftover nightmares Over the hill A desolate wind Turns s--t to gold And blows my
: When they beat On a broken guitar And on the streets They reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay
: I hate to do this But you're a pain in the neck I thought you knew this You're handing me a canceled check You're so helpless Your girlfriends think
: Where will you go When this day is over A gambler's purse Lays on the road Straight to your door Snakes have gone crazy tonight Winding their way out
: F-in trees with the pumpkin pie! I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe Ain't it hard Ain't it hard, To want somebody
: Out on the highway, I'm doing it my way Zigzag patients, Vibrating the ancients Handing' out money, The flies making' honey Beaches aplenty, The pigs
