Iām going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.
They sell us the President the same way they sell us our clothes and cars.
These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.
I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.
I started playing the trumpet when I was about eight.