Well a person can work up
A mean mean thirst
After a hard day
Of nothin much at all
Summer's past
It's too late
To cut the gra**
There ain't much to rake anyway
In the fall
And sometimes i
Just ain't in the mood
To take my place
In the back for (?)
You're like a picture on the fridge
That's never stocked with food
I used to live at home
Now i stay at their house
And everybody wants
To be someones here
They call his name out
Loud and clear
Here comes a regular
Call out my name
Here comes a regular
And by the only world(?)
Here today
Well a person can work up
A mean mean thirst
And then they die
In san francisco
With dick dales(?)