All Laid On

Blood on my pick-ups, the barman's a stick up
They take the money and we just get to play
Well that's okay, so long as you know it's just a swap
The world doesn't like you, but they'd like to see you off
And I got to go now, hoped I was mistaken
But I'm stone-laden, waiting all day long

It doesn't make you worthier, it doesn't make you rich
And people praise you thick and thin just like a fickle bitch
And that's a ditch if you listen to it
You think yourself amazing all the time you're falling in
And while you're waiting, head and hearts a-blazing
I'm still waiting, praying, all day long

Think of a caption, inscription on your grave
You say it's for cartoons and I say that's the same
It's a nasty joke and if you don't laugh you choke
They'll throw you in the deep end and if you don't swim a stroke
Then do what I do, keep the dream floating
With hoping, groping, smoking all day long