Anything's Greener Than Burnt Grass

There’s a party out on Juno beach

But I can’t face going outside

The wet rag just might hear me preach

That I like my sentiments dry

I would lash out with my confidence

But waking up set fire to mine

I would break if I were only one

But life is numbers, and I can’t count to one!

Do I have no shame!?

Oh, I’ve jacked my trumpet so many times this week

It can’t hold a tune

Oh, I would spit my melody to you my darling

But I don’t have the brass to sing to you

I give you my instrument darling, you know

But a heartless bitch set fire to that too

Oh, why not just throw me inside of a padded cell

If this is the price of your rent?

The whiskey just don’t do enough

To make a poor man forget

That life costs half the price of being honest

The wide eyed child remains, but all that’s left is shame

As presence turns to past, time just breaks like glass

It might be the same on that gravy train

But anything’s greener than burnt grass