Sole - Teepee On The Highway Blues lyrics

a good portion of devotion on sale to the stale-skinned rummage-happy everyday troop got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching wishing i'd stop quietly judging with my mouth open and hands on the switch so when they stop the earth who's a** will your head end up in? it's most likely you'll never get the perfect tip or learn to take hints i want a new television 'cause my books are getting old and i'd watch the "news and advertisements" and find a new way to change my life guaranteed of course because the names we trust have, and will always be, the only answer girls like to hold hands i had my life squeezed out once or twice so let's call it even...and well-balanced like a crock of sh** or a hell of a life on a walking mess to the upscale where they sniff dreams off fingernails and rate life on a scale of personal gain mapping out the universe: a wife and kids with no name and a big house atop a hill that blocks out the sun for those who can't afford it throw some crumbs to the starving idealists do they not bleed the same? are they not men? we got bigger desks now and all my ideas are carefully hidden on crumpled paper at my feet starving for attention when the demon barely blinks out of this life now i'm on the north shore laughing at my dot com buddies who got laid off who needs references anyway? i've been working for god in all the wrong social circles i could have been a programmer but this much i still am: not a man or a teacher just a student in denial with more to give then they could possibly take when there's nothing left to disagree with i'll drop off the face of the planet and give mtv-land back to its rightful owners... you can have it there's a replica of comfort and a false sense of stability the difference between a blow-up doll floating in a bathtub with slit wrists and a lost friend only calling to borrow money all these days are beneath you there are floors to slip and break your neck on and bottles of vodka you can't see through parasite to parasite what's eating me is eating you the absolute hardest thing about being here is how you wish you could fast-forward the way it drags now they got d** and computers to do that for you until they can be you, and replace you and convince you that they love you never meant to harm anything so innocent that you can't help but hope it gets k**ed crossing in traffic i promised myself i wouldn't k** anything on this song but you leave me no choice 'cause i can't complain and can't believe i'm still waiting for people, waiting for people who overextend themselves by saying "hello" i underestimated greediness and how loneliness will drive entire blocks to pigpile on television sets all the clap-on distractions and fade-away inspirations are the reason i can barely hold a one-sided conversation or sit still without knees shaking i pull the hair out of my head and wait for bats to fill the room but all i get is a receding hairline and another sh**-eating grin it's sad to leave anyone...