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Lyrics
Rubbin' shoes against the pavement;
soles of black powder.
Growing old, cold windbag;
flapping louder.
A tense feeling of being
once, twice and before.
The good book fell,
there it is on the floor.
Talent scattered all over;
ideas overflown.
There's no time to put together;
energy's running low.
No means of communication,
no three minute brilliancy.
No waiting corporations
for my infancy.
From bits to pieces;
from dust to stuff.
Unsmoke a cigarette,
go a head and take a puff.
A misplaced word;
the song unsung.
The notes unheard;
down the barrel of a gun.
Wait until tomorrow,
no need for it today.
Tomorrow is as good as never.
Thougths faid away.
From bits to pieces;
from dust to stuff.
Gun smoke and a cigarette,
one-hand cuff.
All this and nothing more!
Empty as a commercial.
Liable as a T.V. trial.
Off my way, you red eyed whore!
The thread is worn thin,
so very thin.
From bits to pieces;
from dust to stuff.
The Sun lit a cigarette,
the Moon just laughed.
From bits to pieces;
from dust to stuff.
Unsmoke a cigarette,
go ahead and take a puff.
soles of black powder.
Growing old, cold windbag;
flapping louder.
A tense feeling of being
once, twice and before.
The good book fell,
there it is on the floor.
Talent scattered all over;
ideas overflown.
There's no time to put together;
energy's running low.
No means of communication,
no three minute brilliancy.
No waiting corporations
for my infancy.
From bits to pieces;
from dust to stuff.
Unsmoke a cigarette,
go a head and take a puff.
A misplaced word;
the song unsung.
The notes unheard;
down the barrel of a gun.
Wait until tomorrow,
no need for it today.
Tomorrow is as good as never.
Thougths faid away.
From bits to pieces;
from dust to stuff.
Gun smoke and a cigarette,
one-hand cuff.
All this and nothing more!
Empty as a commercial.
Liable as a T.V. trial.
Off my way, you red eyed whore!
The thread is worn thin,
so very thin.
From bits to pieces;
from dust to stuff.
The Sun lit a cigarette,
the Moon just laughed.
From bits to pieces;
from dust to stuff.
Unsmoke a cigarette,
go ahead and take a puff.
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