junky star

the man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm. i shot 'em dead and i hung my head, and drove off his in his car. so on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast. of all the things i've had and lost, your love i miss the most. and hell will have to pay, i went a little bit too far i'd say. half drunk i stumble on the whiskey from the bar. sleepin' on the santa monica pier with the junkies and the stars. for when i woke a spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand. then the stranger took the place, the words i couldn't understand. and there's nothin' but the ground, it's the only place i found. where i can lay my head in town. down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change. cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain. so borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side. i told god that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to die. but not me, this time. i left the trouble far behind. and he tied his arm off one more time. the man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm.