Death trip to Toronto
I am so very tired
I can hardly stand
I lost my ground
I don't know where to land
The good man made me buy it
The bad man made steal
The milk in my coffee won't make me heal
All that is coming
Is all that will go
All I see are flashes
Please don't go and show
I feel disembodied
I am a god damn ghost
I lied to the master
Now I have got to go
You may call me a bastard
Or call me a fucking thief
Too bad I can't get no relief
I am heading to Toronto
To catch the frosty flare
I called my doctor
But he is never there
After all this ramble
I have gambled away
With no bed left
I am left with nowhere to lay.
