Lyrics
I took a drag off a cigarette while I was waiting for the world to end.
Taking the piss with this, I've just been thinking.
There's some things I could've done different.
You would've and you should've but you can't come up.
The demon you've been feeding's got his foot on your throat.
The words won't kill it if you keep them in. So I pick up the pen.
Hey, that's the breaks. You go to mice from men.
Crawling in the gutter when the snakes get in.
I was standing on the corner at Route 6A West.
I was not present when the music died.
I did a little of this and that.
I did a whole lot of no damn good, that's a fact.
But I never sold my soul for this, never will.
Still, I consider myself a lucky one.
Everybody wants a good train wreck. It entertains them.
The days get hot, the storms get wild.
The lightning gives it hell.
Well, that's the breaks. You go to mice from men.
Crawling in the gutter when the snakes get in.
I was standing on the corner at Route 6A West.
I was not present when the music died.
You're not too old, you got a place here.
You're not vulnerable. Give it a try.
The ones who leave you when you're wounded.
Will be the first in line to say they always knew that you could do it.
I got love for the place I live, love for the places I've been.
I bring the wrath in the right directions.
I do what I want.
Number One.
Number One.
Come on sing the words back to me.
We're here for the beat and your company.
It's so easy to write about sex and blood and all that shit I got no love for.
It's turning out just like I thought it would.
I'm turning lemons into lemonade so it's all good.
You know I've always had love for this, always saw the bright side.
Don't that sound nice?
Yeah, that's the breaks. You go to mice from men.
Crawling in the gutter when the snakes get in.
I was standing on the corner at Route 6A West.
Trying to make sense of this ugly mess.
I was not present when the music died. Not present when the music died.