Boring Dystopia

There's a half a million ways to die In the naked city You get what you need But man it don't come easy I got a bottle of whiskey and an old guitar Found my keys, we lost the car Better take it slow Quite a ways to go When the sun goes down At night in this godless city It's a lot more fun But man sunrise sure come early You got a pile of powder and some sleeping pills If that don't fix it, baby nothing will And you fade away, you try and kiss the darkness Kiss the darkness