Sole - Teepee On A Highway Blues Lyrics
a good portion of devotion on saleto the stale-skinned rummage-happyeveryday troopgot my bells on: it keeps my ears ringingand peers watchingwishing i'd stopquietly judging with my mouth openand hands on the switchso when they stop the earthwho's ass will your head end up in?it's most likely you'll never getthe perfect tipor learn to take hintsi want a new television'cause my books are getting oldand i'd watch the "news and advertisements"and find a new way to change my lifeguaranteed of coursebecause the names we trusthave, and will always be, the only answergirls like to hold handsi had my life squeezed out once or twiceso let's call it even...and well-balancedlike a crock of shitor a hell of a lifeon a walking mess to the upscalewhere they sniff dreams off fingernailsand rate life on a scale of personal gainmapping out the universe:a wife and kids with no nameand a big house atop a hillthat blocks out the sun for thosewho can't afford itthrow some crumbs to the starving idealistsdo they not bleed the same? are they not men?we got bigger desks nowand all my ideas are carefully hiddenon crumpled paper at my feetstarving for attentionwhen the demon barely blinks out of this lifenow i'm on the north shorelaughing at my dot com buddies who got laid offwho needs references anyway?i've been working for godin all the wrong social circlesi could have been a programmerbut this much i still am:not a man or a teacherjust a student in denialwith more to give then they could possibly takewhen there's nothing left to disagree withi'll drop off the face of the planetand give mtv-land back to its rightful owners...you can have itthere's a replica of comfortand a false sense of stabilitythe difference between a blow-up dollfloating in a bathtub with slit wristsand a lost friendonly calling to borrow moneyall these days are beneath youthere are floors to slipand break your neck onand bottles of vodka you can't see throughparasite to parasitewhat's eating me is eating youthe absolute hardest thing about being hereis how you wish you could fast-forwardthe way it dragsnow they got drugs and computersto do that for youuntil they can be you, and replace youand convince you that they love younever meant to harm anything so innocentthat you can't help but hopeit gets killed crossing in traffici promised myselfi wouldn't kill anything on this songbut you leave me no choice'cause i can't complainand can't believe i'm stillwaiting for people, waiting for peoplewho overextend themselves by saying "hello"i underestimated greedinessand how lonelinesswill drive entire blocks to pigpile on television setsall the clap-on distractionsand fade-away inspirationsare the reason i can barelyhold a one-sided conversationor sit still without knees shakingi pull the hair out of my headand wait for bats to fill the roombut all i get is a receding hairlineand another shit-eating grinit's sad to leave anyone...
