Waking up just trying to find my head
I've got the keys in my pocket to the double eight dead
waiting for the last of the stars to come tumbling down
easy chair, easy to be wild and free
with your dollar bill parties and good company
scrapping and yelling and shooting each other down

But they closed off the park after Rudy dropped dead
and the newspaper wrote what his momma read

Living in the alley in a brown sedan
woke by the sound of the delivery man
feeling sorry for the people walking round with all their places to go
it's a beautiful life, it's a beautiful thing
to be a beautiful loser in a beautiful scene
to be the big wheel filling in the spaces in the background

But we ain't seen the cat since the dogs got fed
there ain't been no truth since the pigeons got bread

Duct tape stuck to the toes of his boots
shot in the middle of a little dispute
January's February murder was the talk of the town
the ambulance came and the police arrived
and a whisper was heard please don't let me die
but the angels worked faster than the doctor that day

And there ain't no sense in knowing what's said
cause there ain't new songs since Blaze been dead