Tails Facing Up

Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking,

She solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks.

She said i reminded her of him before he started drinking

And banging the babysitter every time she turned her back. i

We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint

And drank a case of pabst blue ribbon listening to the crickets and trains.

Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic rambling.

Moon and mascara. i've always been a holy terror.

Temptations lurking every where. if your mind's in the gutter, beware!

You'll find me there.

Me and a friend were talking after the funeral.

She said it should have been me but i'm still around and i been so wild,

I'm surprised i made it to the seventh grade, and all my dead friends have settled down.

My eyes were puffy and she asked if i'd been crying.

I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was i kidding.

So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. beer and tequila.

I've always been a thrill seeker. but thrills are a dime a dozen these days.

And i found a dime in the gutter today. tails facing up. still fucking up. still fucking up.

A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking.