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Balcony in el paso |
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Cigarette butts grace my balcony |
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And the remains of a dead pigeon seem somewhat poetic |
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The life form that scurries around below |
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Is a misture of tex-mex and trailer park trash |
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I know you - 'cause i used to live here, too |
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Guess that makes you just like me |
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That make you wonder about yourself? |
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I don't know why |
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I'm here but i can't stay |
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The more things change |
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The more they stay the strange |
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Sittin' here on this plane |
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Watchin' the empty faces crawl past me |
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You know they all seem to have ingested |
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That same melancholy pill |
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Instead of warm, fuzzy and safe |
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They seem cold and judgmental |
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Little conversations come in and out of audio focus |
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It's all in slow motion but somehow moving at the |
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Speed of fear |
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I feel such the animal, i'm always the animal |
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My body's the cage - i'm locked in this cage |
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My home is worn, it's torn, it's been abused |
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And i like it |
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(chorus) |
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Here i sit in another hotel and it smells like someone else |
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I lay in bed and i can taste the smell |
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They smell of smoke, the drink, the stink |
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And the stain on the floor |
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I wonder was he with his wife? |
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Or another man's whore |
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Scratches upon the glass |
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Tell of the drugs and the radio |
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Is still on to the music that made them dance |
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I bet it was sweet |
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But me? |
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Fuck man i gotta get some sleep |