I´ve been better, been worse, more blessed than I´m cursed Trying to train myself to treat my body like a church It takes a certain type of nerve to make a person fight the urge
And when I´m dead I´ll still work to try to fertilize your dirt But first I acknowledge the vice versa We could trade shoes and you´d probably play blues And while you was paying dues they borrowed your face too Trying to get you to admit to some weight that you ain´t moved I see them, fighting off the feeling Just to find a little frequency and rotate with the seasons And I don´t need to know the reasons you believe As long as you believe that there´s a scenery beyond the ceiling That´s just my unsolicited suggestion And don´t nobody give a shit if it passes your inspection
But that´s not realistic ´cause we starving for attention A portrait of the artist as an addendum now that you mentioned it You don´t wanna hear my voice but you force yourself to listen Gotta check in case I´m talking about you And I´ve never sang a song that´s talking about you In fact even right now I´m not talking about you But we solving the math and we walking our path Cautious, gotta avoid getting caught in the traps Don´t let them penetrate the skin step around them like quicksand With multiple wristbands, the hand was Invisible Man From the ashtray, I rise like a Pontiac Watching my back with the eyes of an insomniac
No rats no pigs no copycats Follow the money honey who supplied the body bags That´s just my unsolicited suggestion And don´t nobody give a shit if it passes your inspection But that´s not realistic ´cause we starving for attention A portrait of the artist as a name carved in a bench then I wish that this was more than a gesture I wish that I could make your everything better Wish that I could tether it together for connection Look at your reflection if you´re looking for redemption Of course the fortunate found shelter from the weather But it still feels like the storms might live forever
Maybe take a little time put some commas in the sentences Then maybe we could find a common sense of direction That´s just my unsolicited suggestion And don´t nobody give a shit if it passes your inspection But that´s not realistic ´cause we starved for attention A portrait of the artist as a departure, ascension