i take the freewy
to avoid cops and stoplights.
my job is one smoke and three
jawbreker songs away.
arrive with coffee staind breath
and a stack - unopened mail
that i add to the pile of paperwork
that is my desk.
these letters will never
see the light of day.
discover my responsibilities for the week,
then i sit in my room and
write these songs instead.
kida like right now - i've got better things to do.
then there's you - you are so well dressed
but you're so depressed
your life is sickening to me.
and have you ever had ideas original?
you've got a reference for all things.
you are you're own biggest influenceWell, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why