Don't Want to Live at Lonely

 

Don’t wanna live at lonely
It’s a hard place to dwell
Just outside of desolation
At the intersection of the road to nowhere
And the highway to hell
Dunno which way to turn

Since you went I’ve spent
Every waking hour
I wonder where did I blunder?
Did my best, to meet every test
A working stiff, when he’s able, works
Gotta put a crust upon the table

You,  wild child, wanting better
Run with the money honey
Go where life’s sunny
To fair weather friends you’re a means
To their lustful ends
You’re luck’ll run out with your looks
Number the days, count the fucks


When they don’t want you on your back
When your cunt’s gone dry and slack
When face and tits both sag
And no one wants you for a shag
When you feel the cold of getting old
There’s a vacant place to rent

Near to me in Empty Heart Street
Where chill winds blow in
From the mountains of reality
Down the valley of perished youth
To the raddled church of harsh truth
Where the Bible of Rue is hourly read