Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking,
She solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks.
She said i reminded her of him before he started drinking
And banging the babysitter every time she turned her back. i
We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint
And drank a case of pabst blue ribbon listening to the crickets and trains.
Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic rambling.
Moon and mascara. i've always been a holy terror.
Temptations lurking every where. if your mind's in the gutter, beware!
You'll find me there.
Me and a friend were talking after the funeral.
She said it should have been me but i'm still around and i been so wild,
I'm surprised i made it to the seventh grade, and all my dead friends have settled down.
My eyes were puffy and she asked if i'd been crying.
I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was i kidding.
So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. beer and tequila.
I've always been a thrill seeker. but thrills are a dime a dozen these days.
And i found a dime in the gutter today. tails facing up. still fucking up. still fucking up.
A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking.
