Analysis, canvas, cover upnIrrelevence, call me bastard, run 'em upnJust one drag short of a bad coughnPlease fill up my glass so I could blast offnI've hit the jackpot too often to countnI'm a pro, you could tell by the way that I mountnI'm not as young as I look or as lonely as I actnAnd I'm the only one here that ain't holding me backnEveryone's friendly 'til the dugout's emptynSo she's looking for God at the 7th Street entrynI'm honestly depressed so she's got two hits of ecstacynAnd right now, we really need a refereenThe boys with baseball caps like to hear me speaknThey relate to me, their trouble looks like minenThe women, however, they like to watch me fallnThey like to watch me stumble, I do it all the timenJust one more inebriated nightnI'ma keep practicin' 'til I get it rightnContinue to swim through whoever, whatevernLet the Earth turn 'til I learn to control the weathernnStarving, trying to feel importantnHardly, well let me get my point acrossnFarming, gonna grow my portionsnI'm guarding, keep 'em from the greedy goblinsnHeart string, they play me like a gamenBombarding, flatter me and come homenMy darling, don't even know my real namenThe bar scene, designated me a low lifenGuarding between love and the truthnStarting to die, always in a rushnSardine, packed me deep into the groovenParking is easy when you ride the busnYo, carving my name into the treenAlarming, let 'em know that I'm therenI'm parting my hair like I part the seasnI'm barking my words into the atmospherenMarketing, everybody come on down to the partynWe're gonna have a good timenCharting, spin my record 'roundnI'm starving, I'm trying to eat my rhymesnnBabylon ain't that far of a move for 'emnBabylon and them got somethin' to provenBut when the battles on, they not know what to donYou better move baby, you better movennCaught within the corner of the eye of the beholdernSupporters metaphorically massage from neck to shouldernBut the missiles with the messagesnThe man at war with every issue that encompasses the plan of the soldiernI like to hold my breath when I attempt to talk to the cousin that debts the mennI could walk all along the ledge in ten and fallin' off without once cent, no sense.nTell all my people I got sucked under a needlenAnd it's less about the evil than it is about the egonMore low, no high, tryin' to fly like an eaglenHow many folks can fit into a Volkswagen Beetle?nHe sleeps on a bench under a blanket, that doesn't charge him rentnHe'd like to thank you for the time and thought you spent regardin' angernHe knows it's hardly meant, you didn't mean itnAnd she's learnin' to pronounce all the daddy's holy doubtsnMore bounce to the ouncenA mouthful of how did the clown make the magicnMake the rabbit, make the soundnPull it down, paint the whole canvas brown