Lurk-lurk-lurking in the pink
While living in the red
Pissing in the sink-sink-sink
To drunk to turn your hair*
Beg-beg-begging for the black
Make me rich or make me dead

I want a little pick me up
So I wont stumble down tonight
Considering staying alive
Wish I could only Disco Drive

Sometimes jobs turn to vacations
When always almost earned
Waiting for standing ovations
While filing my tax returns
Searching for signals
Finding only scenes
The scene is just for strippers
My suspects my dirty creaking schemes*

I want a little pick me up
So I wont stumble down tonight
Considering staying alive
Wish I could only Disco Drive

A man can only do his best
I’m skipping steps and I’m taking breaths
Hold your horses, cool your jets
You can’t make me be finished yet

Don’t trust the poets, they want to get laid
They’re buying their trade to the art of getting laid
Don’t trust the prophets, their visions are fudged
They’re buying our houses while selling us floods

The hours will get you
The hours will get you
When I was a swell word*
The hours were shot-gunned
The hours will get you
The hours will get you
The hours will get you
The hours will get you