Tales Facing Up

Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking,

She solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks.

She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking

And banging the babysitter every time she turned her back.

I we opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint

And drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and trains.

Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic rambling.

Moon and mascara. I've always been a holy terror.

Temptations lurking every where.

If your mind's in the gutter, Beware!

You'll find me there.

Me and a friend were talking after the funeral.

She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild,

I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade,

And all my dead friends have settled down.

My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying.

I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I kidding.

So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. Beer and tequila.

I've always been a thrill seeker.

But thrills are a dime a dozen these days.

And I found a dime in the gutter today.

Tails facing up. Still fucking up.

Still fucking up.

A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking.