off the grid

i'm tired of it always being 86 degrees and sunny                    
but dark                    
always got these funeral sunglasses on                    
pretty sick of the man upstairs                    
always trying to confuse and blues me                    
if i drank all the whiskey and smoked my last blunt                    
there would be an empty and a roach somewhere    
prolly an empty uzi                 
silly tricks                  
like brand new guitar strings breaking                
and milk cartons all got pics of my guitar picks                   
i don't care why momma had to go when we were just wee tot kids         
         
         
                 
shrink the shadow sir                    
i just wanna grow my own vegetables                    
move away from the bottom of this hill                    
prolly spend a lil time in jail again soon                    
boys around here been acting up                    
guess i could use the break                    
take all the rubber bands off my fingers and wrists          
and nuts                    
for a while                    
relax and get some rest                    
like some people like sunny beach chairs,                    
boat drinks and sunburns                    
i'll be just as happy in a dark room alone                    
obsessing over everything that went wrong                    
how i'm gonna run right out get drunk and do it all over again          
         
                    
within 6 months                    
or maybe                    
just maybe                    
this time it'll be different                    
she'll be pretty and trustworthy                    
i'll be sober and sane                    
the score will be perfect                    
we'll run right down to mexico with all that money in the trunk          
         
         
                   
only send postcards to our dead fathers                    
change our names to MR and MRS Dr finkelstien              
you only realize how much you can't see            
when you take your sunglasses off            
and don your prescriptions                   
tell everyone we are prospecting real estate for a location to place a pro bono medical center for orphaned children                    
get free drinks all over town and maybe even a donation or two   you don't even realize how your knife will cut through bone too          
         
                
so then burn my bloody boots      
 take all my rich folk checks and my cash loot          
         
         
                     
and give it to somebody who will actually do      
maybe one step is one closer to the truth      
i may be level headed like pac in juice      
but truth                   
we'll move        
to the mountains                    
brew
moonshine,farm mota, and all organic coffee beans                    
sit on the porch watching the same dusk      
 we always waited for            
to do dirt                  
before           
         
                  
drinking,smoking,being                    
alive                  
talking how that one time                  
we rubbed elbows with all the goodie goodies                  
and tricked em into doin something good                    
no steam engine always howling in the back drop                    
always screaming Cmon........                    
you gotta get the fuck......                    
too many shoulders to look over                    
the black beach blanket in the sky                    
has been bullet holed so many times                    
i can now tell                      
there is something bright back there trying to poke through                
from behind          
you know good guys always die        
hope i'm not convicted of that crime                   
if it tears?                
and i let it touch me                    
i don't wanna lose this state of mind