Circus tramps,
and broken teens.
We're all just runaway individuals,
Playing another game on the slot machine.
Spare change,
And that red-white handkerchief at the end of a stick.
Guitar solo's,
We'll make sure to give that plate, an extra lick.
Drunken family members,
Got to get away from it all.
Stowaway's,
Hopefully I don't fall.
No money for these hospital trips,
Can I just run?
Shoplifting and Juvenile detention.
Oh, we're just having some fun.
A little sip of this,
A little sip of that.
Which way is home?
DON'T CALL ME FAT!
Stumble on my own feet,
Is that the police?
Handcuffs, and I'm back home,
I have no more peace.
Down the pills,
Wait a few.
Now I'm dead,
Who wouldv'e knew?
