Livin close to the bone – but it ain’t close to you, stuck on a lifeline that never comes through, dreamin’ of better while u watch it get worse, hoping Horacio ain’t driving your hearse
a lifetime of troubles balled up in six months, wonderin if Plato was ever gut punched, trying to elicit some well formed outrage, remembering the days of steel and sage
And they ask me why I drink, & they tell me what they think, & the days roll on & they drop more bombs & I feel the world sink
The powers that be be the powers that are, it’s paycheck to paycheck & a broken down car, hearts rusted & busted & never quite full, titanium chains that you’ll never break through
batshit then rat bit after losin’ your mind, callin’ it crazy & expecting to find – the remnants of sanity lodged in your craw, knowing reality’s based on no law
And they ask me why I drink, & they tell me what they think, & the days roll on & they drop more bombs & I feel the world sink
Now don’t get so down in the mouth, the sun’ll still rise lookin South, we ramble & rumble & stand up to crumble & wait for the flames to be doused
Our earth ain’t dyin’ – SHE’S FINE! keep on with the nickel & dime, If you wake up to find you’re’a livin’ not dead – grab a whiskey & a woolrat & watch for hot lead
we’re stumblin’ thru twenty two-five, can’t think straight we head for the Dive, down a tall glass of courage, ignore all the scourge and exit stage left just in time
And they ask me why I drink, & they tell me what they think, & the days roll on & they drop more bombs & I feel the world sink
And they ask me why I drink, & they tell me what they think, & the days roll on & they drop more bombs & I feel the world sink
If the end times don’t come soon OH WELL, we’ve all got our personal hell, latch a rope to that yacht, slip yourself in the knot, ’n’ then make sure you tidy your cell
You may never witness our worst, but we ain’t hide’n our manic outburst, so lay your head down, sink deep in the ground, & get ready for the dawn’s newest curse
And they ask me why I drink, & they tell me what they think, & the days roll on & they drop more bombs & I feel the world sink
the genocide will not stop today, and Bibi says it’s just war – OK? starvation in Gaza by Israeli’s Osama gets worse by the dusk of each day
And they ask me why I drink, & they tell me what they think, & the days roll on & they drop more bombs & I feel the world sink
