Lyrics

Got seven dollars to my name Got sixteen cigarettes somehow I just ain't smoked yet Got two shoelaces and two shoes I should toss 'em on the telephone wire as a monument to my blues I'm goin' down to get a coffee Gonna mean one less buck Maybe six will bring me luck Got a little shake I kept in the fridge Gonna drink my bean and walk out smoking on the Walt Whitman Bridge Faraway from these winter streets On a cloudless day Your memory Blows away Got a leather wallet on a chain Got a picture of my lover's lips before they dried up under my kiss A prayer in my heart I'm too scared to recite Oughtta toss that stale loaf of words to the birds as a monument to my whole life