It can all get so damn crazy.
The best part of truth seems to be the lies
god gives his left handed smile.
I can’t live life in the middle of the road.
Traffic comes at me from both sides.
There’s nowhere to hide.
I’m a Desolation Angel
Last time that I killed myself.
There were no vacancies in hell.
And she was doing’ Jesus
in some stained sheet motel.
Life’s a bitch, and she’s in heat.
Looking for someone to screw.
Time’s cracking his knuckles.
She’s out working the avenue.
Tell me how’d get so crazy
I’ll play the hand that’s dealt me
Choke down what’s on my plate
I drew a crooked Tarot card to my inside straight.
She whispers to me like shuffling dollar bills.
Her banjo eyes are waning’.
Come on take a hit it could be worse,
It could be raining.
Did I just feel a raindrop?