Looking in the pink but living in the red.
Pissing in the sink, to drunk to find the head.
Begging for the black-
Make me rich or make me dead.

"I want a little pick me up so I don't stumble down tonight.
Considering staying alive hitch-hiking on the disco drive."

Sometimes jobs turn to vacations but always I must earn.
Still waiting for standing ovations for filing my tax returns.
Searching for zippers finding only seams.
The seamstress for strippers
Must suspect my dirty peeking schemes.

"I want a little pick me up so I don't stumble down tonight.
Considering staying alive hitch-hiking on the disco drive."

We're skipping steps, we're taking breaths,
The band can only do it's best.
Hold your horses, cool your jets.
You can't make me be finished yet.
Don't trust the poets they want to get paid.
They're plying their trade to the art of getting laid.
Don't trust the prophets their visions are fudged.
They're buying our houses while selling us floods.
The hours will get you the owls will get you
When I was a swear word the hours we shotgunned.