Flowers in the Sand

Let’s whack that stoolie and
Crown me as a king
We’ve wasted so much time
Morning changes everything
Don’t look in the shower
Don’t look for the kids
Every morning paper will know
Exactly what you did
And all that guilt
Will make you wilt
Like a flower stuck in sand
The backroom boys are praying
While you’re asleep
Every tie that binds was born
Right here on the street
If you want to be there when
The plans are laid
Use twenty dollars for
A haircut and a shave
And all that guilt
Will make you wilt
Like a flower stuck in sand
Say how ya doin' baby
I ain’t got much time
This is how the story ends
When you drop a dime
The sweat on my forehead
The cramps and the pain
What the hell was I thinking
This liefestyle’s insane
And all that guilt
Will make you wilt
Like a flower stuck in sand
With every drink
The glass is clean
And all that guilt
Will make you wilt
Like a flower stuck in sand
Like a flower
Like a flower
Like a flower
Like a flower stuck in sand!