Newspaper blanket
and a basket case full of bones and fragmented memories.
Feels like a gambler when he tanks it,
for his losers share of empty promises
about who he was bound to beA
And now hes sleeping on the street,
underneath hopeless stars.
And he dont know how to get back on his feet.
And the company he keeps dont let him get too far.
Its a hold up and no get away car.
No get away car
And its a foreign language, and a bottleneck rolling round on the ground.
What a sad sound it can be.
Dazed in a daydream that you cant shake, eggshell and youre over,
over-easy
And so now hes sleeping on the street,
underneath hopeless stars.
And he dont know how to get back on his feet.
And the company he keeps dont let him go too far.
Its a hold up and no get away car.
No get away car.
Its candy cane cancer,
and a sweet tooth for the devils disease.
Everything adds up for a sorry excuse to act like you never had a chance
to have a life and be what you dream.
oh whoa ho 3x yeah, whoa oh, whoa ho ohhhh