Picture on the Wall

I been picking over the same old land
I've been walking down the alleyways with a bottle in my hand
I once found a dead body buried in the snow
I once hitched over jungle mountains down in Mexico

I once gave an unborn child to the suction hose
I did every drug there ever was but I was careful not to overdose
I once made around about 100 grand a year
I once saved all my spare change to buy a cold, cold beer

Where do we go now
Where is there left to hang your hat in the West
This town's just a show now
Greedhead machines all leaking oil from their chests
Lake's frozen over, this town's getting colder
Oh hell
I think I'll chuck it all and become a realtor

Damaged women haunt me in this aquarium town
I push them all away so fast but they still seem to track me down
Make enough dough, cross the Long Bridge I'll go
And I'll spend it all out on the road and I'll come back and I'll feel so low

Work my 50 hours a week just to pay for all my weed
Cuz it's the only goddamn thing that ever gives me any goddamn relief
Combine's pressing low between my earlobes
And years and years are falling fast just like semen in a backroom pose

Babies are born now
The whores' kicking drones out of their tired, wornout wombs
The seed will explode now
We've grown our own reaper now and he's takin' skulls in twos
Lake's frozen over, this town's getting colder
Oh hell
Think I'll chuck it all and become a vag

I had to set fire to myself just to get my book published
And even then no one really bought it cuz it was just all so much rubbish
They say we live in an artist town but I don't see them fuckers around
All's I see is a big empty street when the cold black sun goes down

Guess we carry on hell there ain't nothing else to do
My homies sell video games and guitars and me, well I sell booze
Guess we make enough to keep them jimmies on our stuff
Cuz goddamn them evil genes I ain't procreating with no mountain muff

The dead are still leading
Time is still fleeting, marching bones of traveled ground
Ground fills a shoebox
The shoebox is burning, oh, burn that fucker down
The lake's frozen over, this town's getting colder
Oh hell
Think I'll chuck it all and become a picture on the wall