I am eating breakfast
in the same place I ate it yesterday,
and I haven't left.
It'll be quite a shock
the next time I see a clock.
It's been days, maybe weeks?
It's kind of been a while since I even thought about sleep.
It's this town,
the people the lights.
Usually this is illegal, but here everythings alright.
Dreams are made here but mostly they are trampled
Your wife, your kids, your boat
Poof! -gone up in smoke-
and that chick you handled,
stole your wallet
so now you're broke.
But still we dream of that number
or maybe that one card.
The one that was calling your name
right from the start.
Sometimes it hits.
But more often it puts you closer to the coffin,
and in deep shit;
with your family
cause they haven't seen you all week.
You know what I mean?
when it seems
you can do no wrong?
When you are on that roll
-you can't fold-
everything is perfect and it feels right
but your vices
and now they control your life,
they kept you here too long
you slept through your friend advice,
and with just one roll of the dice
the days and nights overlapped
and all the other crap
got dumped on your lap.
That's why you're eating your $1.99 breakfast
with only $1.00 left...
L A M E M A N S T E R M S