God Must Love Musicians
(cause they get all the babes)
in all my grandeur and glory
Maverick, romantic, semantic master
Bard, free spirit, live hard and faster
My body says "rebel" and my brain says "plastered"
I got a woman, kinda whorey
Hold on, hafta pee....
"Who's that, you LOSER?
Who you blabbin' to, sponge?
My liver's the size of a Detroit wharf rat,
Squirtin' out bastard younguns made me so fat,
Don't even know which prison my jailbird son's at"
(Goes back to sraping bong scunge)
Yeah, God's sure blessed me
with a wonderful song to sing,
a hangover sunrise and bike outta gas,
a gal with a personality like broken glass,
so many mood swings they blow out my ass.
A harshed out vibe-that's what I bring
Like, man, totally.