Trampled By Turtles - Walt Whitman lyrics

lighted up like a city at night old dark bones in the city old Walt Whitman and borrowed alcohol we drove fast shakin' all the way like the waves in California sorry I never know what to say at all caught in a whirlwind and dry as a bone and I don't think that I can make it on my own on my own my own on my own my own on my own my own murdered love it never ends I tried but I couldn't make it yeah your paperback lovers could never pay the bills worn it once and then let it go oh you may never shake end up drinkin' too much and poppin' pills loose like a feather and left here alone and I don't think that I can make it on my own. on my own my own on my own my own on my own my own