sitting in my room the thoughts   are flying through my head   tast inside my brain is tart   the contract's on my bed   smell the smell of cigar smoke   and i know who it is   ideas are dumb the doors are shut   the messages are his      my buddly al drove off a cliff   and ran into a nail   he licks his wounds and wonders   how the tooth drove him to fail   he hates to park his car   downtown on 16th avenue   sometimes her eyes are green   and other times i think they're blue      my sister is a mother   and my mother is a chore   my brother is a junkie   for the c.o. music boards   i knew this guy who was so lazy   and he was so dumb   he slept all day and lost his job   and now he is a bum