The Junkie And The Juicehead Minus Me
Ton : DEnglish
DI was stumblin' bumblin' down theGm neon Music City sidewalks
With a JAunkie and a Juicehead who had Gproblems of their oDwn
Stuck with luck that kept me standin' just a Gstep away from starvin'
And some tAalent that I swore I'd show befGore I'd go back hDome
80 dGays out of the Army, makin' neither love nor money
And my oDnly set of clothes was gettin' cAloser to the A7bone
Then the JDunkie placed an order with the pGrophet on the corner
While he toAld us of the soul that he'd been sGellin' for a soDng
He said my Gfortune was my future but I Dlet it slip away
Slowly sAmokin' myself broke on 80 ciDgarettes a day
GFindin' out that crime ain't all there Dis that doesn't pay
And wriGtin' songs for no one but mysAelf, and the Juicehead who said
GIf I can read my fortune, in the boDttom of a glass
Then AI can see it's time for me to Dmake my last request
Will you Gfill my grave with whiskey when I'm Dlaid away to rest
So the Aboys can say I drank my way to hDell
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Well I dDrank the whole thing over, put G1 and 2 together
And it aAddered up to more of what I dGidn't wanna Dbe
I ain't Dblamin' Music City but it's Gonly gonna see me
One more Awork day and a wake up and the Gtime it takes to lDeave
'Cause I Ggot a dirty picture of what could've been my future
In a pDrophet pushin' daydreams on a Acorner for a fA7ee
And a wDino lookin' lonely at a bGottle gettin' empty
And a huAngry lookin' Junkie hauntin' tGea and sympathDy
And I Gbet that Junkie's laughin' at the lDife he threw away
While he's sAmokin' himself broke on 80 cDigarettes a day
GPleadin' down the prophet to a pDrice that he can pay
And Gwritin' words that no one's gonna Asee, but the Juicehead who said
GEvery empty bottle is his pDrivate chrystal ball
Where he sAtares into the future findin' noDthin' there at all
Which is Gall I'll miss tomorrow when them Dneon shadows fall
On a JAunkie and a Juicehead minus Dme