Higher than the sunrise in the sky of Van Nuys

I was headed back at sunrise  
 from getting fried in Saint Ives  
 As I met a guy name rusty with 77 ex wives  
 He was in disguise so in plain sight he could hide  
 With 88 dull knives and with one prize to surprise  
 His 77 ex wives had 99 kinds of vibes  
 99 different vibes inside despicably are despised  
 Behind bloodshot bone dry tear deprived eyes  
 Under cold black skies telling partly cloudy lies  
 Drawing dying flying flies and ready to connive  
 Rusty in disguise he can barely get by  
 With his knives and ex wives and surprise unrealized  
 Reviving dying flies as he buys his own lies  
 Staggering down the path to Saint Ives to get high  
 With the size of his pride just for being unwise  
 Messing with heartless people that wouldn't cry if he died  
 his face could be on fire they wouldn't piss in his eye  
 How many times more can Rusty connive to get high  
 Before his dying to try becomes trying and died  
 Trying to get high on his way to Saint Ives ¿¿¿