A wick with no candle
A wheel with no axle
I ride with no saddle

No lift
Then I'm dragging the kite


A blade with no handle
A brick for your window
I'm fine but I'm single

A dime and I'm the same on both sides

You're a stone-cold killer you say

But you're looking like a part-time criminal
Waive the charade
Man, you lay it on thick

Its a dive bar, save the game
You drink and you sit
Easy to please

But hard to impress
Im in a mood, new shoes, and a bulletproof dress
Sugar on the rim and a shot of mescal

Man, its murder in the morning
But its good for morale
Can you mortar more

Looks like you're bricking with both hands
Get the spirit level
Or the skeleton won't stand

$#&@ the plan, man
I'm tryna call an audible
Probable lost cause

But I got a thing for long shots
Yes, yes, naysayers got the wrong job
Best bet when you think they got the wrong odds

And I've done some living in a glass house
High note blew the mother$#&@ing walls off


And I sleep
With both eyes open
Standing up

Alone and holding
Off the rust
And I'm still living by my maiden name

The name I came with
The name I made
And I'm bare-faced at your masquerade

Filled a flask up before I came
Because night falls
We all wanna hear that fight song

Car running like a nylon
Brights on
Times right but the clocks wrong

Never set it, never settle in a time zone
Take what I need with me
Pray for rain but brace for whiskey

Something in the tank, money in the bank
Callin it a win we
Give a little thanks, give a little back

Busy with the grand plan
Take one last look
Left the bandwagon

For a banned book
To break out you gotta give up the chase
To make love you gotta take off the brace

And we all leave it feeling half done
Best you can do is just put a hand up
Hope grace and good works in the end add up

Find out when the pendulum hangs plumb