No Fixed Address

Nothing ever happens so don’t stand in line
It’s knowledge in the back of the mongoose of time
Broke my fist on her nose
The scepter’d ages are on loan
The thinner you are when you die
The closer you get to your bones
Seargent Sux was moving up
Inside the realm of TV
«You know, I bet you been going down»
He said to me
«But you need a disciplined eye
And I’d be pleased to drop on by
And I think you need something hard and heavy
Something I can use
I’ll speak to some of the credit boys
That’ll spare you some abuse»