Fft

Sitting in my room

The thoughts are flying through my head

[Unverified] inside my brain is tart

The contract's on my bedSmell the smell of cigar smoke

And I know who it is

Ideas are dumb, the doors are shut

The messages are hisMy buddy Al drove off a cliff

And ran into a nail

He licks his wounds and wonders

How the tooth drove him to failHe hates to park his car

Downtown on 16th Avenue

Sometimes her eyes are green

And other times I think they're blueMy sister is a mother

And my mother is a chore

My brother is a junkie

For the C.O. music boardsI knew this guy who was so lazy

And he was so dumb

He slept all day and lost his job

And now he is a bum