Bermuda Highway

Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces Wonderin' why their bodies go to silly places Walkin' past the carpet mills looking in and takin' stills Your a*s it draws me in like a Bermuda highway Oh, don't carve me out, don't let your silly dreams Fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement Snoozing in cobwebs and the cement Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame Maybe I'm to blame for his short bitter f**ked up life