There was a time and a place
That was all full of mistakes
And a face that was all full of shit
I was frustrated and angry
I was more than alive
A catcher in the rye
I was a jet plane
I was a thin membrane
Washing and preening and shedding all hope
I am Hot Shots, Part Deux, I'm Down Periscope
The rope that I'm hanged from keeps telling me what to do
I'm pissing on the fires and learning a remarkable truth about you
Ugly is ugly
Transformation is a dream, a dream, a dream
So love what you are
Not what you would like to be
I'm a drunk with a job
I've got pictures to prove it
Got some junk in my trunk
And the dance moves to move it
I am written on the subway walls
I am bitter when I fall
I am written on the subway walls
I am bitter when I fall
Shout me in the streets and parks
Scrape your voices on the stars
Shout me in the streets and parks
Scrape your voices on the stars
I'm a man with a guitar, I am Three's Company
It's the end of the world, sit and watch with me
I'm a man with a guitar, I am Three's Company
It's the end of the world, sit and watch with me
"Good friend, how loud do
You want life to shout her
Answers in your ear?"
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