merry.

Crackin open my pill box,

Like a fucking bike lock,        

Baby face cinder block,

I know how to take it how you feel.

I been loose cannon,

Back before I was examined,

By multiple psychoanalyst,

So yeah, my crazy’s real.

And you can make quick buck,

When you don’t give a fuck,

And can drive a Mack truck.

Let them see the truth in your eyes,

I got my food stamps, disability,

Nothing but humility,

Getting over, crippling,

And this time with no lies.

I promised Danny half the lottery,

If I ever get the part of me,

You would call a prodigy,

To make something of life,

Two balls and two strikes,

I used to steal bikes,

I used cocaine just fuck these two dykes,

That aint right,

I know better than that,

But geeked up, I don’t consider the facts,

Like whose been between these gaps,

Probably mud riders doing victory laps,

History maps are for those who are lost,

I know where I am, at the bottom getting tossed,

In to cop cars, no money for the court cost,

Christmas pissed away, like Santa Claus getting sauced.

falling under

No,

I’m not OK.

Beaten and blamed,

Reliving childhood again.

Is it real?

I just can’t be steel,

I’m not that strong any more.

Hey,

Should I say it’s not your fault?

Make you feel better for me?

I just can’t believe,

How many years did we,

Actually make it through?

Cold days, dead nights,

Nothing’s ever gonna turn out right,

Sunshine on snow banks,

I appreciate the pity but again no thanks.

Caught in time,

Running out of line,

I’m falling under.

OK

,

So I have myself to blame,

It’s silly stupid game,

I didn’t really want play,

Just take it all away,

Shoes and jacket are forever worn.

Pray?

I can’t hear a thing,

And the phone won’t ring,

From anyone down here,

To them you have disappeared,

It’s easier forget than it is to mourn.

Cold days, dead nights,

Nothing’s ever gonna turn out right,

Sunshine on snow banks,

I appreciate the pity but again no thanks.

Caught in time,

Running out of line,

I’m falling under.

 

cool kids.

I could sing,

I could dance,

Stop wearing T-shirts

And baggy pants,

Like the other

Fucking hipsters,

In their Ginsberg Corduroy.

I could learn,

To tie a tie,

Wear some khakis,

And live a lie.

But I can’t live that way,

I’ll never die a mental slave.

But I don’t want to get wasted,

I don’t to get fooled,

I don’t want to grow up,

Until I have to.

When I found out

I was very young,

That life

Just isn’t as fun,

Once you cut your line,

From shore.

I can hurry up

And wait,

Always early

To be late,

But time is just

Our memories we keep stored away.

But I don’t want to get wasted,

I don’t to get fooled,

I don’t want to grow up,

Until I have to.

Like Jenn with defeat in her eyes.

Even me with distaste for mankind.

I was sick, now I'm just tired. 

So I’ll hum myself a tune,

And do a little dance.

But I'm keeping my shirts,

And all my baggy pants.

Cause

I don’t want to get wasted,

I don’t to get fooled,

I don’t want to grow up,

Until I have to.

 

Basketball Diaries.

The soul bleeds,

Like a cold breeze,

While you clutching that rosary.

To much pepper in your gumbo,

Talking Disney shit like Dumbo,

I’ll just play Colombo,

Watch you tell on yourself,

Fake jewels and fake wealth,

I’ll be driving all stealth,

In 06 Jeep Liberty,

No tint or hat, so you know it’s me,

Lying for a living isn’t what you should aspire to be.

Better, me? No, just above average,

For fee, we can get savage,

That’s your girl? Sorry, she’s already been ravaged,

Take her on back cause she got way to much baggage.

I can make it hard to breath,

Double vision, hard to see,

Smoke out in the liberty.

Man, I just want my doors locked,

No harassment from any cops,

Doesn’t matter, probably end up getting shot.

Now I got track marks,

Needles at the ball park,

Hear my heart beat as the merry goes round,

Swing set kissing,

And all our fathers missing,

How the fuck we supposed to men?

Momma please let me in,

Yeah I know it’s real late,

And we’re both full of hate,

But I’m starting to swirl again.

Cause there is drunk driving,

Crash that shit and surviving,

And dropping acid and turn the bass up,

And play beer pong,

Jameson all night long,

Or sip from that purple drink from a red cup. 

 

I can make it hard to breath,

Double vision, hard to see,

Smoke out in the liberty.

Man, I just want my doors locked,

No harassment from any cops,

Doesn’t matter, probably end up getting shot.

Safety Net

Pieces of a broken heart,

They lead back to a shaky start,

That me and you could not resist,

You broke the bridge and then put up a fence.

You played your childish games,

For fame,

Dropping stupid names.

You wanna play the piano,

You want to write a new book,

You want to be on Broadway,

Crushed your friends and family,

With every step that you took,

Climbing off the ground,

Long way to fall down,

I hope your get it all,

Cause there's no one here to break your fall.

Looking through our old scrapbook,

The poetry and pics you took,

Of tripping across the USA,

Getting lost in a maze of hay.

Coast to coast with mix CDs,

Those are all just faded memories,

They just get in the way,

Besides nothing gold can stay.

I learned to play the piano,

I finally wrote a book,

Never made it to Broadway,

But every hand I shook,

Never let me down,

I am standing on solid ground,

And you’re going no where,

Tell me why do I still care?

High as kite in the sky,

You clipped your wings

And learned to fly,

I stood back and let you free,

Tell me what is left

for you to be.

I am not your safety net,

Live long enough

And people will forget,

How you used those who followed.

No one plays the piano,

No one prints any books,

Everyone down on Broadway

All your friends are just crooks.

You traded all of us down,

For an evening on the town,

Are you getting your share?

Or just enough for cab fair?

vulgar

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine.

Your remember how we first met,

Maybe, time is a subset,

Between worlds that haven’t been discovered yet,

Relative in theory but the proof is in the conquest.

I know, it sounds like physics,

But really just talking about bitches,

Get em to dance and watch how their ass twitches,

Rest of the night play perfect, cause you’re both fictitious.

What time is it? 3 am it aint time to go,

I know your friend is cute, but she kinda slow,

And I know yall in the bathroom snortin hella blow,

That’s ok; just tell me when yall are ready to start the freak show.

Yeah baby it feels good but Keep your hands still,

Can’t you see I’m trying to control this vehicle?

Double vision double stacked syrup and pills,

Wait a minute let me get control of this wheel.

“And I can feel it in my bones

I'm gonna spend my whole life alone

It's fuck and run, fuck and run

Even when I was seventeen

Fuck and run, fuck and run

Even when I was twelve”

Save up your pennies and nickels,

This whiskey has me limping like a cripple,

Pardon my nipples, it is cold outside,

It sucks when you have no heat in your ride,

And Jeremy asked if I had my heat on my side,

I said I ‘m done with that life, besides,

You got two babies at home,

With a woman I wouldn’t trust to be alone

Crazy bitches fuck so good,

Cause they’ve rode every car in the hood,

On her wedding she blew the best man cause she could,

What’s the matter Riviera?

What’s the trouble with Sarah?

Something is stuck in your hair, uh

Maybe you should go look in the mirror.

Frosted tips,

And chapped lips,

Knows how to work her ass and hips,

I don’t give ever tip,

Unless it’s from my wrapped dick.

Cheddar.

“And I can feel it in my bones

I'm gonna spend my whole life alone

It's fuck and run, fuck and run

Even when I was seventeen

Fuck and run, fuck and run

Even when I was twelve”

Chorus Liz Phair and Patti Smith

Here's Jonny.

I have a self image,

It is just a black mass,

An abstract shuffling,

Down the street as we pass,

You notice I am not driving,

No one behind the wheel,

People talk to devils all the time,

I will abide by my deal.

And that is more honesty,

Than you will get from these,

So called “good people”.

Always looking down,

I wonder, just how deep,

Is your steeple?

Ice is forming on my glasses,

Frost sticking to nose,

If my soul were mine,

It would be as empty as rind, 

Every time a cold wind blows.

I’m not gonna hurt you Wendy,

Honey, that is insane,

“You didn't let me finish my sentence.

I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brain.” 

(Jack Nicholson The Shining)