Little old me, yeah little old me
Little old house down by the sea
Watching the tide push, then recede
And there's no place I'd rather be...
When the sun turns off the lights
And that moon begins to rise
I throw some logs onto the fire
Make some whisky, drink some wine -- ooh ooh
In my pocket's a little change
And my closet's bare and plain
I don't need what I haven't got
I can't be something I'm not
The neighbors say there'll be a fire
Might just start from all the wires
I ask them how they are so certain
They said just peek behind the curtain …
Oh heaven help me
My mind goes crazy
Every time I got some feeling
1000 miles
Stare at the ceiling now
The looks you're giving me
Illusion's charity / failing me
Don't know why, my voodoo's waiting
A .45 still ain't saving me…
I heard Jenny's got some stuff
It's alright man she's blood
When you ain't got much, you got love
And when that runs out we got the hard drugs
Keep a shotgun by the bed
In case some stranger wants my bread
May shoot him once but never twice
Gotta save bullets man, money's tight…

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