Sh, sh, sh Plasma wall lit, mm Deny that, he ain't really up yet Wash his mouth with the whiskey The same glass he set On the nightstand for the night before, mm Only had to take one Don't know where the bitch went She was just—wait, no wait (no, wait, oh) No, that was a week ago Grab his gun with his underwear on the floor Why is that wall still blinkin'? Leave him alone She already knowin' some other skin and bone Doin' something unspeakable He ain't speakin' okay Move the squeaky panties out the way and count up what he saved Like, seventy-five thou Almost enough to grab his bottle and walk away But not today Sh, sh He comin', he comin, just let him put on his shirt, Jesus Christ The hum of the neon's persistent, can't get no sleep at night, zzt, zzt Thumbin' through paperbacks just to remember the feelin' Okay, okay He'll accept the call and ask that they ignore the wire plugged in the ceiling The plaster is peelin' away Swear the Sun is burning through the cream It's just another way to get 'em all the paper shit nobody really needs Fresh air will be the death, maybe it's welcome Pocket full of upfront, put it all on the Challenger to live, they never do But that mean it's overdue For that shit to come in, so let it ride Don't let him die, don't let him die, don't let him die Oh, he dead That son of a bitch didn't keep his guard up And they tore him up limb from limb What did he expect from a skinner? Meaty motherfucker really never had it in him Almost feel bad But when they get up, it's on him To scour the avenue, battlin' elements Skinners are slippery if unintelligent Better go get it Refresh another drink Gotta stay loose and lubed up Two-steppin' to the tunes on the juke, but Even the bangers are melancholy Get goin' old man, 'cause you broke and your work is important (Shut up, you ain't fooling nobody)