broke down in the desert sun
with a 7-pack case to go
anything you want from me
all i have is what you see here

tripped out on a feline funk
with a desperate state of affairs
can't you feel me on my way
have you had a bitter stay

when i'm waiting all alone in my room
i can feel the hammer coming down it's my doom
eight lives are up it's almost time to burn
what waits for me at my final turn

low rent in the heart of town
my soul's purple metal flake
anything you have to say
i used up my fare today