Womack

Painting by an unlit lamp, a tree, the bridge, shaking, working like a tramp, I listen to the news, someone else to hate, other cud to chew, it makes a decorater dance, if I play this game, we could go to France, hoping we’re not askew, wondering what's to gain, whatever else we do, all this talk of paths, they’ll scatter our remains, whenever there’s a chance, someone will bring a van, sing hooly what a day, drink before we’re asked, cigarettes and laughs, beer drunk like champagne, life here is crap,