it s a fishbowl fry it s small potatoes its some tough tomatoes when the shit hits the fan from the fire to the frying pan so go on stake a claim but the lease is a little lame cuz the land is a little locked to any borders or boundaries it ll leave you in a quandary it s a wake up call cuz the thrill of it all isn t worth the punch drunken binges only blow your lunch yes you shot your wad when you named yourself god but your nickname is chump blowing chunks out your mouth wisdom out your rump it s a belching gas it s a treacherous trip on a mountainous pass it s a warning it s a block you re the cock o th walk but you can t walk your talk it s for you and you and you it s a freeze frame still full of whiskey and bitter pills it s a catwalk crawl through one barroom brawl after another so don t look down cuz you won t like the drop it s fun while you re flying but it s bad when you re lying there bleeding and dying it s for you and you and you it s a bath of sin with no way to clean up and no way to win it s a hardened heart that attacks when it stops and you can t make it start again yes you re laboring under the law with all of your foibles and all of your flaws you can cut em all loose and save yourself from the hangman there s no need to be damned but do you give a dang man whether fortune and fame or rank poverty we all rank just the same cuz every knee has to bow to some god of some kind which one will you choose now is it you and you and you 