Part I:
(instrumental)

Part II:
All the coins in this dresser
Are enough to make me sore
I have clean clothes and a warm bed
Who might ask for more?

I’ve been going out for myself
Trying to find something to hold onto
An oasis in the blaze
Stemming my urges
Making connections
So what if the the shine doesn’t last
And I’m tailing off fast

The stains on my mattress
Can’t really mend the hole
Or paste the cracks in the walls
where there’s no foundation

So come on, pour me a drink
A whiskey and coke should be enough I think
Le début de another wasted night here

If I suffocate from whiskey or breasts
Please let les gens know my final request
Reminding everyone nothing changes si vous êtes pauvre

Civil or not, we’re all in chains
For too many it’s everything ventured, nothing gained

That won’t change with a few signs of revolution
The beggars don’t get none, they won’t pay your restitution
When the kids get trucked down to Mexico

Well the wolf is out of sight
The sheep is out of mind
However you gut it
it’s all the same

I’ve been going out for myself
Trying to find something to hold onto
An oasis in the blaze
Stemming my urges
Making connections
So what if the the shine doesn’t last
And I’m tailing off fast

However the dice lands it’s all the same.
Wherever you land, it’ll never change



Part III:
(instrumental)