River Otis

Fresh at the cut again
Work up the sweat, till your bone’s dry
Smoke up the smoke, the smoke is so right
Getting up again
'Til I’m tired or 'til you get it right
You ransack the … on any given night
As far as I can tell
If a man can’t find a whore at four, it’s just as well
When the cogs in your machine are all blown to hell
Looks like I’m lost again
And I’m going blind
And this dumb fuck next to me is going blind