I got plenty of fuel
got no match.
I got plenty of money
no hooker to screw.
I got plenty of ink
but no paper to stain
I got plenty of blues
but aint got the use.
I'm the nobody stuck in your toaster.
I'm the dusty coat on the side of the road.
That dry red stain next to the tracks.
That straw hat, and fishbobber tied to a toe.
I'm just another casualty of love
another hit and run with the jimmy beam cure.
I got latex insurance
but no appeal.
I got smoke rings round my face
candles and my own place
Got a den of evil in my heart
a den of lust and a trashy sense of art
aint got no you
aint got no feel.
Aint got no queen of the slip on my tongue.
Aint got a way out.
Not one I'll take anyway...
