Well, you say i look hungover

But i'm actually still drunk

Stayed up all night just hoping

Something good would come

So hear i lay in the morning light

Mourning another wasted night

As the graveyard shifts

Break for the day

Starving but not an artist

Well, you say pollack was

Too drunk to paint

And sometimes i’m too drunk

To stand up straight

But too stubborn to ever try to change my ways

But I don't wanna die

Sleeping on the train tracks

A death forgotten and uinseen

With no identification

With no wife, no kid

With no wedding ring

So when I'm saturday’s bastard

I'll put on my sunday dress

Might still look like shit

But' its about the best its gonna get

Starving but not an artist

You are all beautiful and I love all of you