Corner of My Room

The finger's on the trigger and the mind is on the plan,
And I've got my prescription and every citizen's got his,
Now join me in the Rubicon and paddle me to France,
The nectarines are sweeter there and we aint got a chance 
'round here,
I am counting Lincolns and living in the corner of my room,
I'm looking at the godess of the hunt and staring at the 
moon.

My friends aint got no loving and the babies aint got 
teets,
The women are all busy getting smart out on the streets 
(and there aint none),
And the gentleman from Kansas is fixing to retire,
He's drinking with his right-hand-man and speaking 'bout 
the fire and the doom,
A car horn sounds blows loud and hits my naked ear like a 
harpoon,
And I am counting Lincolns and living in the corner of my 
room.

I got enough to get to Memphis but not enought to get me 
home,
Where some men see a ladder some men see a throne to 
repaint,
And I said to senator, is this deed genuine?
He said, I aint seen that kind of thing since 1999, and it 
aint,
I saw John Brown going down a mighty road to Heaven on 
mule,
I stood aside and waved goodbye blind, out of sight, and 
out of fuel.