Sittin' on the corner of 33rd and utter hell
You ain't killed nobody today, but I ain't well
Hangin' up on strippers, working on my 3rd bottle
of liquor
You smellin' like cat litter, still bitter
Walk
Nicoderm patch and a Marlboro red
Wild turkey out the bottle gauz covers where the
wrists bled
Begged and pled and fled rockin' a hospital gown
brain dead
Hitched a ride with a guy named Fred
Hey Fre
High on coaine drunk drivin' in the rain
Goin' north in the southbound lane
Railroad crossing I out run the train
Holdin' pain golden grain Danno Malone's the name
In my chest gotta flame a collage
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a
cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get
laid
Get laid, get laid
An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you
Cause all of this don't seem to bother you
So tell me how can I be more like you
The lights are on but nobody's home
If I'm mad,
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a
cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get
laid
Get laid, get laid
But a
You say I am narcissistic and cold hearted, well
yeah maybe
But I don’t give a damn about you this much
is true
My vision is blurry and my thoughts are hazy baby
I know I'm stupid so I am must
I am the everything the all knowing
The omnipotent one
I watch the fields I do not feel
I circumnavigate everyone
I am the scarecrow, alone and disconnected
You stare right past me undetected
I am on
