Dead Man's Blues - Bottomless Pit

I lie in the street,

The cars run over me.

I wanted to die,

But I’m a tough piece of meat.

I feel so lonesome;

You can hear me moan.

It’s not a woman,

But I’m still waiting by the phone.

But people, you gotta be careful,

Know not what you do.

People, you gotta be careful.

Our flux is static inside,

All up in your mind,

Then you start to fire.

We all got our toys,

And we got our intrigues.

It get’s too rough,

We’ll just pack up our things and leave.

The ritual speeches,

I wish there was a pill

To help us go under.

I’ll see you at the foot of that hill.

But people, you gotta be careful,

Know not what you do.

People, you gotta be careful.

Our flux is static inside,

All up in your mind,

And you start to fire.

We got a connection,

I’m way down in your wires.

You mash down your starter;

You really know how to start a fire.

Why did the weasel

Get up and cross the road?

It’s just the terrorplane,

The aeroplane,

The ferroplane dead man’s blues.

But people, you gotta be careful,

Know not what you do.

People, you gotta be careful.

Our flux is static inside,

All up in your mind,

Then you start to fire.