He's waking up with strange creatures blood on the pillow and a terrible cough Spent last night at the double features Cuffs on his wrists and his face in the trough In the trough Heard a vicious rumor out in Salt Lake City Seems they had him pegged for the permanent nod Out all night, knocking at the neighbors Looking for Kawika, looking for God Somewhere in Seattle there's God Chorus But he's so strung out that his brains are itchin' But that's O.K. because life's just bitchin' Baby's on a help-line spilling out to strangers Have another breakdown, have another talk Hard to see till Easter when there's sand in your eyes Hard to taste the water with a mouth full of chalk Sometimes we get a little mouthful Down in the lobby, lips around a barrel It's easier than he figured and he doesn't mind the mess Talking to his uncle, sweating on the trigger His head'll sure feel better when he gets it off his chest Sometimes we gotta give our head a little rest And get it off our chest Cause he's so strung out - that his brains are itching Caught the wrong bus - wishing he was switching Ain't no hammer gonna stop his fingers twitching Cause life...look at my life - just bitchin' Life's just dandy baby!