Wavering Lines

I got bone-blade stick with termite holes
That I could swing at a skull when I’m feeling quite bold
I got a flea market bike without any brakes
With my boot heels getting all the concrete scrapes
Cruising over a bridge with the sunset gold
I’ve been pedaling for miles, feel 1000 years old
Got a roll of cash in the side of my sock
Sipping Colt 45 in the lot, kicking rocks
I got the low rent solitary cool like a fool in the summertime
My death wish mind and my brown dog eyes see the wavering lines
I got the low rent solitary cool like a fool in the summertime
My death wish mind and my brown dog eyes see the wavering lines
I’ve been left in the dust like a thing from the past
But I go where I please, I don’t need no gas
I got the Tupperware bowl with the turkey neck stew
Another couple of brews and a cookie or two
I got a bladder full of piss and I’m gonna let go
'Cause I ain’t no priss, I go down with the flow
I’ve been rolled many times, now I’m all flattened out
I gotta gin-soaked heart sinking down and down
I got the low rent solitary cool like a fool in the summertime
My death wish mind and my brown dog eyes see the wavering lines
I got the low rent solitary cool like a fool in the summertime
My death wish mind and my brown dog eyes see the wavering lines
See the wavering lines
See the wavering lines
See the wavering lines
See the wavering lines