Pisser

Lost all my friends pulling down my Pants just to say hi and I'm still Alive without a tan, trippin', naked man, Through the forest who like me Has fallen right into a kind of grace Drinking from a river of fine wine just To ease my mind, then fell on through The hole I've made looking for a center In my life and just why I am I woke in the grass fascinated with Moving water and the smell of my breath Rampaging ants carry me to death or a last Chance and a swing for the fence, instead I Hit the bottom hard and wide looking for Escape from the daylight and the passing time Digging just to find a way someone like me Gets in the right line for the right ride At just the right time, hoping it doesn't take Too long to find a way... And I hope there's a sign I hope that it leads me well On the way I hope there's a sign And I hope I can read it right I'm running on, over and lower It's slow going half the time I hope there's a sign And I hope I can read it right It seems I've had a lifelong headcold full Of negatives, mindwarps and eclipsing suns Like hot air through my underwear while Sitting in my chocolate chair at home... It thrills me, turn the lights out and leave Me alone