The Sunnyside

I was a free bird
A commoner born to fly
Now I'm just a commoner
Getting ready to die
Yeah I was a mogul
My name was on a road sign
Down in the Valley of Dolls

Now I'm at a low ebb
A pleb on a morning train
Looking for signs of life
In the eyes of little lamb slaves

Yeah I'm a cynical nobody
Getting so cold in the rain
And the days go on and on
Drifting on and on

On the sunnyside
I got someone who will listen
I didn't wind up in a hole
Yeah I know I can always
Soothe my soul
With alcohol and rock 'n roll

Tell me mother
There's got to be more than this
Schlepping around the
Wrong side of material bliss
She told me nobody
Gets a free lunch son
Down on the galley we row

My little lady
She was afraid of the night
She saw me dressing down
Now she's afraid of the light
I'm a no luck gambler
Third in a two-horse race

And the days go on and on
Drifting on and on

Welcome to nowhere
Remember your number son
Here's a pat on the head
For being a complicit one
We're gonna breed out
Heredity from your soul
Down on the galley you row

And in the morning
I'm gonna be gone
The devil's teat is only
For the fortunate ones
'Cause I'm a no horse rider
In the land of sweeping plains
Downhill I roll