Spooky winds.
Weeping sirens.
Last call’s ahead
On my horizon.
Lying in the street dead,
This cat’s no lion.
I can’t get out of bed.
I got the Big City sad.
Back in my Jack-in-a-Box
I go, doomed for detox.
Don’t ya know?
I got the Big City sad.
Light as a feather.
Deader than ever.
Whisk me away,
Dear wind.
Light as a feather.
Deader than ever.
Whisk me away,
Dear friend.
A selfish life I live,
Obsessed over words.
Some have wisdom t’give,
But I produce turds.
I gotta get away from here,
Drain down the sink
The bottles & beers;
There’ll be plenty to drink,
I’m assured,
In the life afterwards,
Where there’s no more fear,
No more fear t’be had,
& all clear’s my head
Of the Big City sad.
Light as a feather.
Deader than ever.
Whisk me away,
Dear wind.
Light as a feather.
Deader than ever.
Whisk me away
To a brisk end.