Crawdad

gonna fun until i run, until i run right out of gas

man. gonna spit on everything until my mouth is as

dry as sand. i know exactly what you know about all

the reasons. you know, i know the answers.

i just dont know what to do,

what to do. so i do most anything to avoid a head-on

confrontation with the guy who looks at me and points

out all i havent done. i say "fuck you,

you dont have to tell me exactlyy where im at.

you know, i know the answer.

but that dont help me know what to do,

what to do." maybe i'll shave my head and hang

out in the airport 'till i drop dead.

or be a social butterfly and find fame,

know all the fat cats by their first name.

gotta do it now. i need a brain storm.

gotta be the early bird and get that stinking worm.

but who wants a worm? i dont eat worms.

i hate worms! i need somebody who can find a wayy out

of a sticky situation. someone who can take a piece

of me and turn it into gold.

could that someone be you,

and does that even matter?

maybe i dont know the answer.

i sure as shit dont know what to do,

what to do. and so im gonna run, until i run, until i run right out of gas.