Stare at the screen. Veneta or Vegas please. Try to mirror the past, so the future’s clearer. Try to be cool, try not to be a fool. In my room I’m all alone, on a stage I feel at home. Outta give it up, but who knows? I don’t. Grabbin for something to hold. Reaching for a heddy jerry, I should draw but nah I’ll fold.
It’s masturbation. It’s pure fucking frustration. Playing alone I’m wasting time I could be making it with my buddy, he’s so good it’s funny. If you wanna pay us damn right we will say yes. Outta give it up, but who knows? I don’t. Grabbin for something to hold. Reaching for a heddy jerry I should draw but nah I’ll fold. Outta give it up.
Back on my home-world I’m fit as a fiddle, I do all my homework and solve every riddle. But here in my prison the screen is where I sin, afraid of the front door. Afraid to start living.
But who knows? I don’t. Grabbed onto something to hold. Reach out for a heddy jerry, I will draw I will never fold. Cause who knows? We don’t. Grabbed onto something to hold. Reach out for a heddy jerry or trey.
And I will draw. And you will draw. And we will never fold.
Cause who knows?