Where I've Been

I've been playing by these rules
These stupid rules you don't even wanna follow
I've been looking high and low
For these windows that disappear in the night anyway
And steal your soul
I've been flailing on the floor
Cuz Who really loves anyone anymore
We've all been selling our soul
So you will love me more

But I call bullshit on this game
I call bullshit cuz I can
On this sickness you call home
It's a sickness you know

And you know I can throw it all away
Your tv corp executive hairstyle
Your city scape from the south bad style
Shut your potty mouth no longer apply

I'm gonna call Carlos and embrace this mane of madness
I'm gonna cut these skinny jeans into shorts and wear these tights belly high
Hahaha high

Unless you qualify
Need not apply
The sleep deprived need not apply
The go lay in the gutter
Embrace the madness
You guessed it
I called it
On the game

Cuz there are the ones who follow and the ones who play and there are the ones who fly because they get away.

Get High

Why are you so low when you should be so high
Why are you bending down
When we are taller and braver
Smarter and wiser

You can feel their judgment,
harsh judgment
When they're the ones with something to hide

Being nice is the easy thing to do. So nice so kind.
Being forgiving. Look them in the eye. Smile. So polite.
Overlooking people's flaws by smoothing it over, saying its okay when in fact it isn't. 

It's a lie. You know you're living a lie. 

So go get high
drop a dollar in the bucket tonight
wake up in a strange place 
with a stranger in a negligee
somehow say it's alright

So i got high
got tired of living a lie
got tired of saying it's alright
it's not alright, was never alright
alright?

Crowd of Cunts

I'm not making any big gestures of snobbery
Just been wasting time

Too much time wasted
Now I've grown impatient
Sitting in traffic lines and trains
Two more stops
Oh is it 3?
Breathe deep your under me

Invested too much time in you
It goes nowhere
Now I can't be bothered
Anymore

I've got this cough that won't go away
24 days we're trying to be nice
But in this Crowd of cunts
Who takes the cake?

In this crowd of cunts
It's time to cut the cake

Brooklyn

Demoralized sitting on the 3 line
Brooklyn at night
Missing four legged helpless beings
Wandering alleys

Winter is coming
But I see you with your guitars
Boots and tattoos
I'm no idiot
I know why we're here

Gotham city dwellers
Limp
Life sucked out
Blood sucked out
Crumpled at my feet
Begging for new beginnings
But we don't care anymore

Tonight is a new night
Bright city lights
Shining bright
And we're all bitching
But still smiling
electric laughter

New York City shining

Manhattan

This is manhattan
The fat lady sings again
It all keeps on going
There's never an end

I try to look up
To sky and stories
The building
Where does it end?

They say it's best till they wander down these streets
They wonder if everything is okay

It's not gonna tumble and crumble at your feet
This is manhattan
No fault line no car ride
So they say

Oklahoma City

Somewhere in the bad country
Near the Navajo
I wonder how to change my hats
Sometimes easier said than done

Driving down central Albuquerque
Everything is closed down
Middle of the day
I wonder how to do the right thing

Out on the road
Stone cold sober
Too much time to think
I wonder how to break these bad habits

So much easier said than done

Oklahoma City is creepy dank and dingy
But maybe my mind is getting ahead of me
Playing tricks on me
While everyone is buying bigger and better things
I wonder how to rid myself of these belongings
Sometimes easier said than done

I'm glad I traded in new cocaine blvd in for old heroin ave

Third World Country

I want to live in a Third World country in the city by a beach 
I'm going to live in a Third World country in the city by the beach

These houses look pretty from the outside
A million years of stories to tell

I wanna live near a killing song
In the dirt near Hong Kong
from Malibu to Manhattan
Dirty secrets
City streets
You sit right by me
Right next to me

I came here with an albatross
Of my past
The stories I hold
So dear but so old
So old so old

I came here despite my fears
Despite my tears
All still smirking
"You miss the suburbs
You dirty lying little girl"
It's a long time ago
A long time gone

Pharmaceutical Sales Rep

I could be your pharmaceutical sales rep
Bring you Valium to you doorstep
Push Prozac from the onset
Support you when you fall

I could be your local drug rep
Your tour guide on your lunch break
The answer to the midday rave
Between clients and your juice cleanse

I could host you at your county jail
Bring you benzos and phosphorous kale
Treat you like the king of Indiga
So you can waltz inn the court room

Whether your behind the desk or in front of the judge
I'll be your best friend
Kinda like a bartender does
But I'll be with you every step of the way
Whatever you need - just say
I'll be your pharmaceutical sales rep

Humor Doesn't Live Where I'm Pretty

"Humor doesn't live where I'm pretty" 
Smoking around half head
walking around half dead

Happy doesn't live where I'm sitting (he said)
Another night half hearted
another flashback started

Trouble keeps on ringing
Another reminder she said
The polygamist shakes his head

We're all in a muck
Said the Sitting duck
The quack shakes her head
Money spills on her bills

My restless soul is inside this body that moves too slow
That moves to slow