In memory of my former self,
programmer, genius, fool, son, brother, visionary, playboy, madman, druggie, friend.
The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleepin' in their beds
The city cemetary's hummin'
I'm wide awake, its mornin'
I have my drugs, I have my woman
they keep away my loneliness
My parents, they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses
I read the body count out of the paper
And now it's written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes thats just the most comfortable place
So I'm drinkin', breathin', writin', singin'
Every day I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But can't keep up with what I got
And so I hope I dont sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens
So when you're asked to fight a war thats over nothin'
Its best to join the side thats gonna win
No one's sure how all of this got started
But we're gonna make 'em God damn certain how its gonna end
Oh yeah we will, oh yeah we will!
Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had some one else's voice
But failures always sounded better
Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise!
The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleepin' in their beds
The city cemetary's hummin'
I'm wide awake, its mornin'!
