Life Like Mine - Welles

I caught a sermon on the mount of fairy hill

In a Mercury or a Lincoln, I can’t see it

I was heaving on a handful of bitter pills

The rolling stone has landed, mankind’s achievement

And I told a joke to a bum on School Street in the winter

He quoted Shakespeare and pulled from his drank:

«Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?»

And then he ran off to go turn his crank

How fucked up have you got to be

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?

How fucked up have you got to be

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?

I played remorse and regret on weak, cheap frets

On mountain pawn credit dollar

I lost soldiers in there, holy man

If you see God tell it I want her

And I hid from big hands in a rec of a bathroom

Six micros in my nose, so I hear

Echoes on space mountain, further carry on the horror

Bead lady amphetamine (queer)

How fucked up have you got to be

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?

How fucked up have you got to be

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine

I made clouds on wooden benches, son

In Wilson dead park fashion

There are ways and plans all out and for

But no one’s put them into action

I made clay with sacred art students

Played cards with drunk out bitches

Woke up dead, I couldn’t feel my legs

Am I in trousers, jeans, or britches?

How fucked up have you got to be

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?

How fucked up have you got to be

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine

To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine