Mother took off on a cruise
Called my buddy and we bought some booze
Flipped the couch
We paid the toll
Digging for diamonds with a shovel made of coal

I am lying on the ground
I am sick in my own home
You can give a man a conscience
Just don't make him live alone

Brother, keep your kids in line
Wear a watch so you will know the time
I cannot stress this point enough:
Plant a garden for when the going gets rough

I have captured bits of knowledge that the idiots have thrown
I have learned to keep my distance
I do my business on the phone

Son, let's put the past aside
Every man must bum his own ride
God knows I've lost my place in line
I'm still here
I gotta try to get mine

I am passed out at the station
I am drunk with stupid rage
I see bold procrastination
Every time I turn the page
I have ridden tired horses through the streets of my own shame
I would kill my brother's mistress for a sliver of his fame