I got smashed as a bug
Up against the glass
Last Saturday night
On my way home
Where I sleep alone
I was out with some friends
I became the fifth wheel
They looked at me
I said no big deal
I'm gone - on my own
But I'm fine most of the time
Most of the time
I get by most of time
Most of the time
Don't you - worry about me
I'll get there from here - eventually
I'm the wandering Ghost
A loser to most
Tequila and lime
One nickel - two dimes
And no one to call
I'm the "Fly" on the wall
The wrench in the gear
If there's a bad time to come
That puts me here
All up in the house