stop thinking and just act cause you're jumping the turnstile and crossing the tracks with a pistol a bat or a brass knuckle belt buckle hit him in the head or shoot him till his knees buckle and i've stopped caring too much if the snow stays white or if it turns to slush the cars and the trucks keep on their low rumble the parks stay white like an antarctic jungle write our names in the dirt colored snow find a warm place where the people will go maybe they're high, maybe they're low it don't matter no tengo nada para declarar so i'll take the subway and you take your car and we'll stop on the way and meet at some bar and i've stopped caring too much if you're walking on stilts to use a crutch the crippled the young and the unloving mothers end in the dirt right next to each other and i've stopped caring too much if the snow stays white or if it turns to slush cause the cars and the trucks keep on their low rumble the parks stay white like an antarctic jungle write our names in the dirt colored snow find a warm place where the people will go maybe they're high, maybe they're low it don't matter no tengo nada para declarar so i'll take the subway and you take your car and we'll stop on the way and meet at some bar

got the salsa blues in my blood it runs thick it runs through the sun you were always scared of looking down when you really should not look around we are, we are fatalists not pharmacists writing 'scripts and making lists was never my past time i'm a nervous, a nervous kid said i'd write but i never did your town is steel but your heart is coal it'll burn as you grow old we are, we are fatalists not pharmacists writing 'scripts and making lists was never my past time there are trees all around this field they'll be here when our bodies yield to the forces of longevity we will die but quietly we are, we are fatalists not pharmacists writing 'scripts and making lists was never my past time

late nights i'm bowling alone fingers worn down to the bone walking on needles, needles and pins ball and my head, they've both got the spins burning your bamboo canoe you gone rely on your shoes ten years today you said you would go ten thousand years this water still flows she's petrified of spiders can't read her, should i write her? stuck in a circular room corners have all been removed nowhere to go when you feel ashamed guess it's the stress, guess it's your brain she's petrified of spiders can't read her, should i write her? she's petrified of spiders can't read her, should i write her?

drink my screwdrivers but they don't fix me up i thought i'd turn the screw with every sip and every sup but it's left a bloody taste just swishing round my mouth like when i bit right through my lip and went down to the south it was warm salt water washing every pit and crevice my mouth tasted of salt but my brain it felt like lettuce i was doing nothing just out pining for my past i knew i had to die but i didn't know that it was cast drink my screwdrivers but they don't fix me up i thought i'd turn the screw with each sip and every sup but it's left these bridges that aren't held onto the ground i built them up so tall but they're not structurally sound it's cause there's a little voice that urged me all along i listened to him even though i knew that he was wrong it's cause i just couldn't face what lay upon my path i did not calculate but there will be an aftermath drink my screwdrivers but they don't fix me up i thought i'd turn the screw with each sip and every sup but it's left a spiders web just sticking to my neck not because i am prey, but cause i am dripping sweat and it's not the product of athletic stress or strain it's cause i'm off my rocker, it's cause i've gone insane i might pretend that it was born beneath my hair but how can that be true, i can't forget that stare drink my screwdrivers but they don't fix me up i thought i'd turn the screw with each sip and every sup