Mother took off on a cruise Called my buddy and we bought some booze Flipped the couch We paid the toll Digging for diamonds with a shovel made of coal I am lying on the ground I am sick in my own home You can give a man a conscience Just don't make him live alone Brother, keep your kids in line Wear a watch so you will know the time I cannot stress this point enough: Plant a garden for when the going gets rough I have captured bits of knowledge that the idiots have thrown I have learned to keep my distance I do my business on the phone Son, let's put the past aside Every man must bum his own ride God knows i've lost my place in line I'm still here I gotta try to get mine I am passed out at the station I am drunk with stupid rage I see bold procrastination Every time i turn the page I have ridden tired horses through the streets of my own shame I would kill my brother's mistress for a sliver of his fame