I have to brainstorm ways
To keep me alive
I've got millionaire friends
Sending checks all of the time
And if a milk box portrait
Blown up poster size
Well I think I found a way
To keep this hope in there eyes
Oh well we could panhandle
On the side of the street
In hopes of finding money
And food for us to eat
Oh yeah well I could sell your body
And you could sell mine
If only we could find
Somebody to buy
I was drunken in the moment you met me
And im surely just fallen down stairs
Baby don't both I'll fall for another
And I aint getting up again
Oh well we could find God
And join His seminary
If I was Father Clark
Then you'd be Father Puppy
And then after all
God pays pretty well
And we could pay off all the kids
To show and never tell
Oh oh well we could get a job
Making five twenty five
Or five fifteen
Depending on which side
Of the state line
On which we reside
I've got to brainstorm ways
To keep us alive oh yeah
Keep up your head we will do it again
And I promise to tell the truth
And this time I mean that
I'll keep all your secrets
And I'll never give up on you
Oh!
And the homeless guys
Who live under the bridge
They were a band one yeah
But they all soon forget
How the gay blades fell
On hard times and slit wrists
No they got no fucking money
They wouldn't/couldn't write the hits