I need some help, I can't get up

My tongue is stuck to the pavement with my luck

I know it's been a little while

With reptiles and crustaceans

With my mile high expectations of an unfounded love

That's grasping at cut plastic straws

I stagger through neon saloons

My kung-fu moves need soothing

Rub you lotion on my skin with silken glove

And watch as I coil around a comment made last week

About my drinking, stop this thinking

I'm not leaving yet

I've left my phone

I hate my job, I can't get work as a rock god

Fuck these pits, I'm about to blow

I'm needle thin and greedy for a love

Who'll hold my freakish quirks

But the drugs aren't working I'm still full of shit

Pissed now, bugging strangers with my work

We are dеsired not adored

We arе the rose to our own thorns

In a world where we're painted as we're seen

Our stories now to sell

In a place that's hear your stories all before

Cars are drivers

Books are writers

Headless chickens make great survivors

Money's work

Time is pay

Wishing all the days away

I'm drowned in gold

My life is sleazy

Love's forgiving

Death is easy

Yeah

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