[Jake Boyd]
I was in a market and I looked at all the women
And I see her every f**ing place
And not just at Reception
Red gla** on the wine
And I'm shaking all the time
And I'm sweating from the summer that I haven't even gotten
I don't mind myself sometime
I don't mind this going blind
You can't help the things you find
When you don't care, the words don't rhyme
‘Cause you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you die
I walked through the city
And I guess I kinda liked it
With the women and the money
From the left and to the right of it
Called your telephone
And you didn't even answer
And I'm shaking and alone
And I'm sweating from the summer
That I haven't even gotten
And an old man on the corner
Has is one arm wrapped around is dog leash
And his god is long forgotten
I don't mind myself sometime
I don't mind this going blind
You can't help the things you find
When you don't care, the words don't rhyme
‘Cause you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
‘Cause you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you die!
‘Cause you try
And you try
And you try
And you try
And you die