Tripping On A Hole In A Paper Heart
Don't cut out my paper heart
I ain't dyin' anyway
Take a look at eye full towers
Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin' lemon yellow booze
Ol' Leadbelly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day
Keep on trippin' anyway
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life, vicks vapor life
And when you binge I purge alike
Let go, it's harder holding on
One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up
Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone
Take a breath and make it big
It's the last you'll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose
It's the last you'll ever choose
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer
Let me go, let me be, just let me be