Cigarette ashes
and tickets to free dances
a buck bottle of wine
under a minute of my time
i'll give you all that i can't have
it may be less than i have, son
don't cut the lines that border us, son don't waste my time
you're no son of mine
i've got so many errands to run, son
fraternize with poker buddies and
their cash, son
i spent the better part of my life singing you stupid lullabies
handcuffed tight behind my back
under your mother's watchful eye
god rest her soul
god bless a wasted life