Two pots of coffee, and I am shook
Two shitty movies, and I am hooked
In a city that lifts me just to bring me down in time
I'm toking, and I'm towing the line
And the radio is my only friend
And we hope the means will justify the ends
But til then in this room I will hide
What's sleep if you can't open your eyes
No cigarettes and I am broke
Pockets are full with an old batch of hope
But that batch keeps running away with each step that I take
I encourage passing cars not to brake
And the radio is my only friend
And we hope the means will justify the ends
But til then in this room I will hide
What's sleep if you can't open your eyes