It’s for You

It's a fishbowl fry
It's small potatoes
Its some tough tomatoes
When the shit hits the fan
From the fire to the frying pan

So go on, stake a claim
But the lease is a little lame
'cuz the land is a little locked
To any borders or boundaries
It'll leave you in a quandary...

It's a wake-up call
'cuz the thrill of it all
Isn't worth the punch
Drunken binges only blow your lunch

Yes you shot your wad
When you named yourself "God"
But your nickname is "chump"
Blowing chunks out your mouth
Wisdom out your rump

It's a belching gas
It's a treacherous trip
On a mountainous pass
It's a warning
It's a block
You're the cock 'o th' walk
But you can't walk your talk

It's for you and you and you

It's a freeze-frame still
Full of whiskey and bitter pills
It's a catwalk crawl
Through one barroom brawl after another
(it's a mother)
So don't look down
'cuz you won't like the drop
It's fun while you're flying
But it's bad when you're lying there
Bleeding and dying

It's for you and you and you

It's a bath of sin
With no way to clean up
And no way to win
It's a hardened heart
That attacks when it stops
And you can't make it start again

Yes, you're laboring under the law
With all of your foibles
And all of your flaws
You can cut 'em all loose
And save yourself from the hangman
There's no need to be damned
But do you give a dang, man?

Whether fortune and fame
Or rank poverty
We all rank just the same
'cuz every knee has to bow
To some god of some kind
Which one will you choose now?

Is it you and you and you?