Michael Penn - Slipping My Mind Lyrics
Rats in my jacketI'm so impressedI am now seen uncleanWash me up mamaand give me a suit of gabardineI had a suit,by the look on my face,maybe it's plain to seethat that never stopped what was troubling melike once, it was Monday out.And dry?Man, it was a droughtbut all that is slipping my mindCracked like a whiplike a brick coming downand hit me between the eyesanother occasion I've yet to forgetwas I unwise?Should I remind you that this is the endof Camels,and masking tape,and this demonstration of tripping with graceand if I need youI'm intentionally wasting your timeHey, everything's slipping my mindNow copper and nickelare heads in my handI'll bet you your sparest changethat this time tomorrow you'll be miles awaywith all trace of Monday outwith deserts to think aboutand all of this slippin' my mind.