[ Featuring Brasstracks, Alexander Lewis ]
Cowboy
Knocking on doors, selling snake oil
Done up in my sunday best
I didn't even have to hide it in the fine print
All of this was tatted on my forehead
I scream it every day into the vortex
Every pang of guilt just washes over me like gore tex
Unfamiliar forces grab ahold of me like forceps
Every step I take I walk it back again like four steps
Every time I stray you end up right back on my doorstep
I can tell you till I'm blue in the face
That I'll do everything but do what it takes
That I'm my father's spitting image and that dude was a flake
That I'll be gone until I'm gone so you'd be stupid to wait
But there is something to a man who takes the scenic route to killing himself
He say he'll charge it to the game he's only billing himself
He hates the mirror so he postures like he's feeling himself
He's only fooling himself, but you were willing to help
And so I thank you from the bottom of my black heart
We can get a house, and a dog, and a backyard
We can have the best part, but it won't be the last part
Don't you f*ckin' hate it when you get the thing you asked for?
