He pours the wine into his coffee cup
His gin has dropped
It's time to pick it up
Too fed, he rose out of his bus and left
Tearin slow he's barkin something cra**
Each night a thousand stairs go up both ways
So incur the bee get through his sleeves
Elms down at the coast it's too late for Buster's ride
Slide down to his headphones
Sleeps till sallow mind
Success, success, its smile and saccharin
Glamour rust he's poor and poncho's jam
Lives his live a painful and loving day
In the history of a great pregnancy
Scrap public library checkin' out the trough
Starting to appear to gather his thoughts
Scrap public library checkin' out the trough
He's talkin' to himself about him