Me And Swagger Jack

It's like trying to stop a locomotive
When the engineer's on meth
Dancing with lifes neon pleasures
And over her shoulder you wink at death
Me and Swagger Jack
We don't breathe to be here long
But for another smoke, for another drink
We're the lyric to a Waylon song
We stomp our feet on a rotting floor
To feel the power in the thump
And when we crash through the other side
We won't free fall, we'll jump
We gamble with the devil beneath the moon
And if it rhymes, inside the sun
If temptation offers us a morsel
We wrestle her for a ton

On The Backs Of Giants

Leaning my head on the backs of giants
Just to catch the smallest breath
Why they gather above me
A fool like me can't venture to guess
They pirouette at my bedside
And pull me from the grave
I rest on the backs of giants
Like drought rests on the rain

Everywhere, Just Like The Air

You don't know how sweet the air
Feels when you are standing there
I'm in a mushroom cloud
And I'm on the ledge
You're a morphine drip right to the head
You're everywhere, just like the air
If my scowl it flips, you're the hand that tips
You're the light that burns off midnight fog
The fire that pushes me when my steam is gone
And you don't know how much it takes
To cure my heart when there's so much ache
It's a breath, it's a breath till it's almost gone
Then I see your eyes
Like the dew sees dawn