Looking Up

Catch me looking up like a prodigal son Flipping lyrics and statistics like I might have been one Standing tall on a corner, and the powder will come With the jakes and the snakes making chowder of chumps I ain't said a fucking word and I was out on the run Running in a stolen whip, ripping, touting a gun If not, it's on my waist, wasting space and my pace and this face Leave a trace on the tapes, so I race Flashing lights, it's a chase, now I'm swerving around the curve and Thinking there's no blinking, man, they're trying to pull the curtain My heart, man it was hurting, I could see the blood spurting Took a one-off, to the chest vision blurring My words are now slurring, try to hurry to the light Pearly gates is in my sight as it flickers blue and white Shaken, I awaken holding sweaty sheets tight My bunny saying it's not funny and I'm thinking she's right