Letra de Bad Haircut

[Verse 1]
Empty bottles and dead cigarettes
A sad refrain from a world of regret
I know I could make it if I could just get up
But I'm stuck at home in bed with a bad haircut
[Verse 2]
From the center in the cheap seats
Trick question, oh that's the nature of the beast
Some fool tryin' to tell me a tall tell tale tale
I jump on my white horse Cadillac and put my house up for sale
[Verse 3]
Love big egos, spade in hand
Tryin' to put roots down in vagrant sand
I had a part time job but it was just, it was just too much work
I know labor makes my fingers hurt
I met a man out on the streets selling tickets for a dollar and a quarter
For a chance to get to dance with the devils daughter
[Saxophone Solo]
[Verse 4]
All you can do is the best you can
And still you may wind up as an also ran
Nobody seems willing to cut me some slack
I woke up this morning with a knife in my back
It's getting hard to know these days just who you can trust
So I'm keeping a low profile, I don't make a fuss