The Devil loaded up his El Camino
with knick-knacks and other worthless shit
and hit the open road.
“Congratulations everyone, we lost the war on drugs!”
Awww hell, we lost a lotta things.
That’s life ya know, an endless process of losing.
Once you come to grips with this reality
(and really - the sooner the better)
Only then can join the party of human-fucking-beings.
Because it’s all a losing proposition.
“But be of good cheer and rejoice,” cry the cocktail waitresses.
It’s house money, always has been
If you can’t recognize that
well I’ve got no advice other than “Good luck!”
Life’s not about hoarding or winning
it’s about gambling on something that you give a fuck about.
And if you don’t give a fuck about nothing…
it may be time to have another drink and rethink things.
You probably don’t give a fuck because your afraid.
Afraid to fail or some dumb notion.
Afraid to reach out with your heart
because you’ll git slapped down to the cold ground
quicker than a epileptic clown on roller skates.
Don’t take yerself so serious kid
reach out with your heart and feel the burn
feel the frustration and failure
feel your heart being cooked
a delicious feast
for the beasts of delusion
Invite em all in!
Have a grand party
and watch those sad fucks high tail it outta there.
You’ve taken away their power
and now they’ll have to go elsewhere.
