Lyrics
My life is all dug up full of so many holes
They talk to my nerves reaching out to a blown soul
Does the liquor listen or feed you your lines, are you talking out of mouth again or did your lips re-design
Mary was a blue eyed beauty in the American style she sat down in front of me and told her story for a while
Now it’s clear to see it doesn’t look good for me and now I know what they mean about acting irrationally
I get my money’s worth and I keep the receipt for my taxes could you move a little closer because I can never hear what they ask us
I was right about it then I can tell you about it now
I know about God above faith and fear and all that Mississippi mud
Tom Waits talked me out of Suicide one day he told me he was on his way to a place called “Burma Shave”
Were my dreams aren’t broke they just walk with a limp
And it’s hard to know how to act when the TV is your pimp
Now it’s clear to see it doesn’t look good for me and I know what they mean about acting irrationally
Was the beginning nothing more than a means to the end and was the end the beginning of nothing left to defend
For me for you for them
Sometimes the pain is more than I can bare and sometimes my head is full of more than just Miss Clairol‘s hair
Sometimes when I think I can’t go no more
I look in the mirror and know there’s more in store
That I’m sure