My greatest fear is a splendid thing.
It's an image of a middle-aged me with an earring playing shows to an empty bar while the bottle waits grinning by the shadow of a pop star.
My girlfriend is a stripper named Steve.
I lost Sherri though I begged, "Don't leave," and she left for Italy with Johnny Depp.
He swooped in quick on his jet when she left.
Oh God, I'm smoking whatever they put in front of me.
Three hundred pounds with a swollen frown, mumbling verses, just swimming through the ground.
I invite you to dethrone me; you've all had enough of me.
Your eyes do a 180; you will turn away from me.
Put your spear in me.
Put the fear in me.
Old magazine by the Bemis toilet strategically placed for those who don't know yet that I thought I'd be the next Billy Joe but my attempt to emulate him was thwarted by my ego.
The twins are long gone, Parker ain't rung yet.
Adam driven back to the arms of a Beckett.
I'm a piss poor father so Lucy don't call.
My baby don't call; she never calls at all.
Oh gosh, I'm drinking like every man in my bloodline.
Chris found me in a puddle of brine.
I said, "Don't worry, Conley. Swear I'm fine."
I invite you to dethrone me; you've all had enough of me.
Your eyes do a 180; you will turn away from me.
Put the fear in me.
Put the fear in me.
They say good things only happen to good people.
Well, I guess that's why I worry.
It's only a fear.
It's only a premonition, dear.
Slowing down, I'm in no hurry.
"Jesus, dude! You smell like curry."
I invite you to dethrone me; you've all had enough of me.
Your eyes do a 180; you will turn away from me.
Put the fear in me.
Put the spear in me.