John for the workin' man He's always on the road John for the workin' man ??? to help him load He's up in the mornin', rolls out of the van Just another
Baby you look like somebody Ooh, to know Like a rose comin' out of a photo All your lipstick shows I don't wanna make you cry I don't wanna even try
I hit every red light, I threw everything out of the house I left, But I came back, Walk backwards through the door, You didn't save a bit for me, You
Hold a beverage and a ruined reflection, underestimated my trajection, a = single pane is all that separates us, thank goodness that the glass is = gracious
You are an affectation of every passing fad, your butane smile's = indelible, your talk is thoughtless gas, you live like a Coke machine, = convince me
Got an animated corpse at my beck and call You will find my skin cells underneath his fingernails Carpet fibers from my car covering his coat And clinging
I got tired of the same old face, so I quit looking in the mirror, such = a sight, here's a brand new girl with eyes that are clearer, the older = model
Captive in my fantasy of ticket selling murder, A death every thirty seconds I am hopped up on sugar, The plot is oversimplified and tied up very neatly
Standing in a crater in my leaden shoes, I am held there by more than = gravity, she's been hit so many times with heavenly abuse, quite a = history of
I'm not going anywhere; I have way too much to lose Even though I'm killing myself, It's no indication I won't come through Don't go making plans to
stopped again, thought I recognized it, hear that? There it goes right = now, like a whisper I'm imagining, but now it's screaming... inside my = head
I hit every red light, I threw everything out of the house I left, but I = came back, walk backwards through the door, you didn't save a bit for = me,
Liquor store, liquor store one on every corner, checks cashed any time = NO I.D. Liquor store, liquor store, malt liquor cigarettes lottery. The = car
A pretty bride of India is burned with kerosene her husband keeps her = dowry and his freedom is achieved, a burnese girl in Bangkok is of value = for
It got to resembling a vaudeville show, the show of shows, such comedy = unserpassed as juvenile theatrics go, but who am I to tell you to = contain yourself
Almost to the point where in the past I've given up, but this time = something keeps on telling me I've got to go on, so now I will try to = get the lead
Shaken baby sucking on the festive decoration, turning patriotic colors = to a purple stain, dribbling down his belly he's the hope of = generations,
There but for the grace of god go I Grew up on the same block I wonder why Why you were the one to take a dive And I got to go on with my life The