Crawdad

gonna fun until i run, until i run right out of gas
man. gonna spit on everything until my mouth is as dry as sand. i know exactly what you know about all
the reasons. you know, i know the answers.
i just dont know what to do,
what to do. so i do most anything to avoid a head-on
confrontation with the guy who looks at me and points
out all i havent done. i say «fuck you,
you dont have to tell me exactlyy where im at.
you know, i know the answer.
but that dont help me know what to do,
what to do."maybe i’ll shave my head and hang
out in the airport 'till i drop dead.
or be a social butterfly and find fame,
know all the fat cats by their first name.
gotta do it now. i need a brain storm.
gotta be the early bird and get that stinking worm.
but who wants a worm? i dont eat worms.
i hate worms! i need somebody who can find a wayy out
of a sticky situation. someone who can take a piece
of me and turn it into gold.
could that someone be you,
and does that even matter?
maybe i dont know the answer.
i sure as shit dont know what to do,
what to do. and so im gonna run, until i run, until i run right out of gas.