I was a stumble bummin' down the n eon Music City sidewalks
With the Jun kie and the Juicehead who had pro blems of their own
S tuck with luck it kept me standin' just a st ep away from starvin'
And the tal ent that I swore I'd show bef ore I'd go ba ck home
Ninety da ys I looked the army makin' neither love nor money
And my on ly set of clothes was gettin' clo ser to the bo ne
And th e Junkie placed an order with the Pro phet on the corner
And he to ld him of the so ul that he 'd been sel lin' for a so ng
He said my fut ure was my fortune but I le t it slip away
Slowly smo kin' myself broke on eighty ciga rettes a day
Findin' o ut that crime ain't all there i s that doesn't pay
And wri tin' words that no one's gonna see but did yo u said it who sa id it
I can read my fortune in the bot tom of a glass
And I ca n see it's time for me to mak e my last request
Won't you fi ll my grave with whiskey when I'm laid aw ay to rest
So the boys ca n say I drank myself to dea d
Well I dra nk the who le thing over puttin' one and tw o together
And it add ed up to mo re of what I didn't wa nt to be
I ai n't blamin' Music City but it's on ly gonna see me
One more da y and the wake up and the time it tak es to lea ve
Cause I g ot a dirty picture of what could have been my future
In a P rophet pushin' day dreams on a corner for a fee
A nd the wino lo okin' lonely at a bottle get tin' empty
And a hun gry lookin' junkie huntin' te a in sympathy
And I bet tha t junkie's laughin' after the life he thr ew away
Slowly smokin' hi mself broke on eighty cig arettes a day
Pleadin' do wn the Prophet to a price th at he can pay
And writin' w ords that no one's gonna see b ut did you said it who said it
E very empty bottle i s my private crys tal ball
And starin' in to the future findin' nothin' the re at all
Which is what I' ll miss tomorrow when the neo n shadows fall
On the Junkie an d the Juicehead minus me
