In the morning just as I was waking up
There was nothing I could say but fuck
You shattered my legs, left me in a stretcher
So if I get past all this pouring rain
You'll know me by the smell of the odorous stain
You blinded my eyes, you cut 'em with a butterfly knife
Why don't you go solo?
Don't you know how low the belly of the copper is stemming the crowd?
After supper you reach for your cigarette
It's a familiar craving, something warm and wet
You quiver and quake, you cough into an endless wake
Now the hallway is dark it is Frankie's eternal joke
She's the girl in the curtain, a velvety wash of smoke
She pocketed my brain, she'll do it to you too she's totally insane
Why don't you go solo?
Don't you know how low the belly of the copper is stemming the crowd?
Improvisation is just an excuse to make noise
And during the chatter her marvellous skin makes it's choice
It's not you or me, it's a toss up between mesquite and chablis
So a-roving I must go collide with chance
But before I go can I take one last glance?
I'll give you my sky, I'll wrap it in stardust-moon-river-bow-tie