Sun is up and I'm trailing down
A twisted gift that I'm leaving out
And it's only on my mind...
Sick with dust, well on my way
Refuse that throne yet another day
And it's only on my mind...
I guess that I'd just lost my mind
Coming into this sobering kind
Y'know that I had wrote
And I write about those old dusty days
And their too many ways to be dissatisfied...
Praise and curse my memory
It's something that's still making me
...it's only on my mind...
Curse this ____ I'm holding tight,, a criminal needs a haven tonight
...only on my mind...
I guess that I'll descend to this tune like a f**ing firework over the moon
So you can salute me down and forever gaze upon this gold-plated frown
Now you can remember me