Dirty and low with the same pair of pants on
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Tables I dance on and benches at bed time
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Way passed the deadline and waiting for the world's end
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I just had a terrible argument with my girlfriend
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Something or other, I always seem to be in trouble
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Getting kind of hard to hear and maybe now I'm seeing double
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God almighty, give me strength and put the poison down tomorrow
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Tonight I'm gonna stay up late, see if I can drown in sorrow
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(2x's)
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I go under the blouse and grope for the breast
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I call this one hope and hope for the best
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I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface
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anchors away I'm out of focus on purpose
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I'm lower than life, living like it's the last day
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Eyes gone out and hard like an ashtray
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Dog won't play with me I'm smelly and unshaven
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Walkin in circles and searching for a safe haven
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Time's running low but still I remain patient
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Practicing my lines hanging out at the train station
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500 excuses and working on a dozen more
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unemployed again your parents hate me cause I'm poor
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(2x's)
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I go under the blouse and grope for the breast
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I call this one hope and hope for the best
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I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface
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anchors away I'm out of focus on purpose
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I'm quick to throw the towel in too stubborn to apologize
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the future is bleek and my memories are wallet-sized
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I'm out of ideas, it feels like I'm choking
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All of my mirrors and promises are broken
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I'm lousy and threadbare too low to get down
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Almost out of gas but can't stand to sit down
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God almighty, wish me luck, let me get to sleep
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I'm trying to keep it all together
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I've got to laugh to keep from crying
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I go under the blouse and grope for the breast
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I call this one hope and hope for the best
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I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface
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anchors away I'm out of focus on purpose
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Out of Focus
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