58 - El Paso Lyrics
Balcony in el pasoCigarette butts grace my balconyAnd the remains of a dead pigeon seem somewhat poeticThe life form that scurries around belowIs a misture of tex-mex and trailer park trashI know you - cause I used to live here, tooGuess that makes you just like meThat make you wonder about yourself?I dont know whyIm here but I cant stayThe more things changeThe more they stay the strangeSittin here on this planeWatchin the empty faces crawl past meYou know they all seem to have ingestedThat same melancholy pillInstead of warm, fuzzy and safeThey seem cold and judgmentalLittle conversations come in and out of audio focusIts all in slow motion but somehow moving at theSpeed of fearI feel such the animal, Im always the animalMy bodys the cage - Im locked in this cageMy home is worn, its torn, its been abusedAnd I like it(chorus)Here I sit in another hotel and it smells like someone elseI lay in bed and I can taste the smellThey smell of smoke, the drink, the stinkAnd the stain on the floorI wonder was he with his wife?Or another mans whoreScratches upon the glassTell of the drugs and the radioIs still on to the music that made them danceI bet it was sweetBut me?***** man I gotta get some sleep
