Look At Me

I got a one hundred-dollar bill

It’s all shiny, crisp, and clean

And it’s burning a hole in the pocket of my jeans

I think I’ll spend it on some pills

Instead of gasoline

I don’t see any kind of fun in coming clean

Pick me up and watch me fall

And do it all again

I ain’t got no sense at all

I like pissing in the wind and on my dreams

Look at me

Look at me I’m on my way down

So close now I can almost see the ground

Yeah another night another town

Set em up I’ll knock em down

Workin' on sympathy

Look at me

Hey bartender another round

This one’s on mine

Let’s see how many friends I can buy in just a little time

See the girl at the bar

Tell her I’m somebody and I got a fast car

I’m in room 331 with a bottle of wine

Tell I’m a superstar

She won’t give it a second chance

Tell that I play guitar but I never learned how to dance

And here’s my key

Yeah look at me