Hot Dog

Fix me a hot dog with jelly, Unc
I’ve had craving since withdrawing from
Low grade acid and cocaine bumps
I can’t sleep at night
Or hold a decent job
But given time I can turn this around
Go and stay at my mum’s
Keep my feet on the ground
Next thing I know I’ve got my hand in her purse
Instead of feeling bad
I feel a whole lot worse
Fix me a bagel with dog food on
And don’t forget the muenster
I won’t be long
Get with a guy who can write a song
And who won’t make love
With his trousers on
I go see my gran
She’s making me tea
Telling me stories
Hassling me
I puke on the floor
Not much I can do
I don’t say a word
Just leave, wouldn’t you?
I’m wasting the days
I’m wasting my life
Seeking the quick fix
No kids or a wife
Promising this and
Promising that
The only thing to show is a mess on the mat
Yeah
Once a big shot
I had something on
But I’ve got nothing on
I’ve got nothing on
Keep the wolf
From the door
The door