Stumbling down
memory lane
Nothing to hide
no one to blame
And the facts
don’t seem so straight
When you’re
driving down a crooked road
There’s
nothing that I can do
No corporate fat
cat that I can sue
It ain’t so
easy when you’re aging and lazy
Your Vulcan
logic has let you down
And your home in
space ain’t homeward bound
And your finger
keeps scratching and clawing at the stars that pass you by
This song was
barely written
These here words
are hardly fittin’
It ain’t so
easy when you’re aching shaking and greasy
Just when you
think you’ve had enough
And you’ve
filled yourself with all that wicked stuff
And fighting’s
never been an option
No not against
the crop dust faction
Puffing and
stuffing for nothing
Oh let me empty
something
Oh Lord if you
only were real
Real bad news on
channel two
Twenty-three
dead in a family feud
And my glass is
almost empty
Goddamned
lighter doesn’t work anymore
There’s
nothing that I can do
When all my lies
come true
It ain’t easy
when you’re all perverted and sick and sleazy
Desperation
wants to move
Your coat is
ripped and your feet are smooth
It’s thick
with thunderclouds today
Way more ominous
than yesterday
Beating and
breathing and lasting
No way in Hell
I’ll be fasting
Oh Lord if you only were real
Lyrics written by T. Randolph Scott