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Shit....Where I'm at? Where I'm at? uh... What the hell am I doing here? Rustlin round these dead dry weeds. I'm a long thin shape, but I'm not no snake. What the hell am I doing here? Lying, frying in the desert. I'm waking up from a restless frightfull night......(You ain't gonna wake up if you hit this) What the hell am I doing here? knee deep and sleeping in the mud. Don't move a muscle, or the deeper I will creeper down. Who in the hell am I, the yella gut single lelabyes. Pooring rain but my umbrellas dry. Am I hella high? Am I buying or selling to you? Am I lie'n or telling the truth? Climb to the top then I fell in the roof , now did the ceiling collaps? With millions of tracks to fill in the the gaps, children relax. No stress off your chest, yes puff the green serpent while the judges pannel's working I'll be channel surfin...for sure. What the hell am I singing about? I can't seem to focus my ears. some sort of disconnected sensation. What the hell is this monster, monster in my hands. This bad old banjo, is busting all my knuckles. What the hell am I doing here? What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I doing here? What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I? Now as this world spins, blue sky burns I have lost my turn, fifteen minutes on hands of time Wasn't that kind, i got mine, i whine, i grind, i fine, I'm pushing to the brake I blink, checks in the erasable ink, i think i've been hood winked, but I What the hell i would do, lick the wounds and re-coop, jumping back up in the zoo can i prove, something new? i seem to mountain top, the pistols cock aimed at the sky, now what the hell am i? I don't know. |