Disco Drive

Lyrics for Disco Drive

Look-look-looking in the pink While living in the red Pissing in the sink-sink-sink Too drunk to find the head Beg-beg-begging for the black Make me rich or make me dead I want a little pick me up So I won't stumble down tonight Considering staying alive Hitchhiking on the Disco Drive Sometimes jobs turn to vacations But always I must earn Waiting for standing ovations For filing my tax returns Searching for zippers But finding only seams The seamstress for strippers Must suspects my dirty peeking schemes* I want a little pick me up So I wont stumble down tonight Considering staying alive Wish I could only Disco Drive A man can only do his best I'm skipping steps and I'm taking breaths Hold your horses, cool your jets You can't make me be finished yet Don't trust the poets, they want to get paid They're plying their trade to the art of getting laid Don't trust the prophets, their visions are fudged They're buying our houses while selling us floods The hours will get you The owls will get you When I was a swear word The hours we shot-gunned The hours will get you The hours will get you The owls will get you The hours will get you