Step 4 (I Never Take These Things Seriously)
“Your demons catch up to you,” Or at least that’s what you said last night at a quarter to, And that was the last time I shed a tear or two For my demon that sometimes is you.
Mary Jane could never erase all the pain But at least our love wasn’t washed down the drain, Still that powder begs to flow through my veins I push those thoughts away and wait for this train.
There’s a place in Chanhassen I visit once a week, The rich people come and try to speak, Their words come out all ruffled and tweaked, While I sit back in my corner and try to release The venom from something their pamphlets call a disease.
Now that I’ve upgraded from third street to second street, My mind no longer bothered by your drama and greed, I gladly hand you over to that tar stained bad seed, And hope one day you’ll break from that righteous lead, But don’t expect my Catholic conscious to bleed When you find that the only victims truly in need Are the sheep who gather around a table and read From a gospel soaked in the darkest blackberry brandy I’ve ever seen.
Put your hands up and give me all your money, I never said you were lucky, did I, honey? I guess some people will never quit running.
