What kind of creep lives off his wife?
My kind of creep.... I wish I was special
I know I am to her, but I feel like a creep, a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
Mother has a nice cancer, thank you very much
and I am going down in every sentence
This little woman that gets me cigarettes and scotch
she helps me to get through every single fucking day
and she believes in me
much more than I do
Like R.E.M said long ago, I am losing my religion
And I have been doing that for years
Now I count the hours so the day is gone,
Tomorrow I will need two more packs of cigs....
and someday I will slap.