Another drunken weekend
He digs in the dumpster
Looking for his happiness
Looking for his love
...
She sits in the lobby
Sitting on her chair
Her blue eyes dancing
Framed by her golden hair
...
Little blade of grass
Growing alone through concrete
Can’t you grow else where
No boot straps to pull
...
Alabaster skin
In the moon light it does glow
Makes my manhood grow
...
When I was born
torn from the magic world
crying so loud
You gave me breakfast
...
Just A Shell Of A Man
Another drunken weekend
He digs in the dumpster
Looking for his happiness
Looking for his love
He walks wobbly
He cannot get on his bike
His eyes are hollow
His spirit dead
He stumbles on nothing
But self pity
He is a beggar
Of the city
He walks a crooked walk
He talks to himself
Yells about a lost life
Bangs his head against an invisible wall
He walks his bike
And his cans towards nothing
He is nothing
But a shell of a man