Lyrics Marty Friedman

Marty Friedman

Breadline

Ain't got no job

Ain't got no smoke

Ain't got a car

His life's a joke

Living on the skids

Thinks the world's just fine

Forgot what he did

Dancing on the breadline

No one there to bind him

Nothing to remind him

Nowhere left to find him

About to lose his lifeline

He's dancing on the breadline

Forgot who he is

Forgot who he was

Used to call the shots

Now he can't connect the dots

A mover and shaker

Getting closer to his maker

Lower than a hemline

Dancing on the breadline

No one there to bind him

Nothing to remind him

Nowhere left to find him

About to lose his lifeline

He's looking for a headline

Sniffing up the white lines

He's dancing on the breadline

Watch him dance

About to lose his lifeline

He's looking for a headline

Sniffing up the white lines

He's dancing on the breadline

About to lose his lifeline

He's dancing on the breadline

No one, nothing, nowhere

Dancing on the breadline

He forgot and he ain't got nothing