The clock strikes now,
But it's too late,
Cause I'm still then,
I am back there staring at you from afar,
I'm always there,
No matter where you are...
But who can be a good man on command?
But I sure try,
I swear I'm nowhere near as mean inside,
You were a saintess,
For putting up with this,
All the time, oh yeah,
All the time...
Dream of you was all that I could do,
I was never one to follow through--before you.
I knew all along it was a joke,
For how could one so lovely ever love me?
I don't know.
Lost his job,
So he roughed her up,
Kicked the dog,
She said 'I'm leaving in the morning with the girls,
You can see them,
On the weekends.'
Why's it so much easier to fail,
than to succeed?
I still got weed.
O, who can be a good man on command?
But I was free,
To be so free...
Think of you is more than I can do,
As I burn another spoon in my hotel room tomb.
The telephone becomes another drug,
I swear that I'll kick it,
If you pick it up.
Time for this old man to die,
I spent the coins,
Meant for my eyes--
Is that a woman or a bird upon my windowsill?
She takes me in her wings,
Who can be a good man on command?
Only the few.
As I fall into the all-forgetful night,
She waves goodbye,
Maybe next time.
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