Coin Operated

Nothing is what it seems I've got a pocket full of change and a fire inside of me Burning east on the 74 And then I pop off at Halsted and I walk about a block north If you see close I am walking in-between the shadows I am Burning like a square but with a nickel in the jacket Ha-ha-ha-ha I guess there might be a better way But I'll walk it out And I'll work another day Nothing in my head again I've got nothing in my head again Nothing in my head again I've got nothing in my head again I'm doing fine Mostly fucking about And then I pop in four quarters and call JJ for a round This magic ball much like the orb in Heavy Metal Is commanding me to take a free game by any means And if you see now Everything is opened up by constant tilting I'm going crazy and I want to get the high Ha-ha-ha-ha I don't think all these rubes would understand Why I would cash out all my tips in this most prodigal of scams There's nothing in my head again I've got nothing in my head again Nothing in my head again I've got nothing in my head again Nothing in my head again I've got thoughts but there they go again Nothing in my head again And I don't care if I land again Nothing in my head again I've got thoughts but there they go again Nothing in my head again And I don't care if I land again