ICE CREAM TRUCK
Whiskey and tar gonna prop me up forever,
Get the shakes sometimes, knock them off with a finger,
Of Scotch whiskey, anoint and bless my soul.
There’s no time to go crazy somewhere else.
Tired old bones but you wrap them up in leather,
You can step on outside, shake your head, and you’ll weather,
That deep, creeping futility that gets you low.
There’s no time to go crazy somewhere else.

You ever have one of those days where you wake up,
With an ache in the back of your head?
And you step on outside, and you get hit by an ice cream truck,
And you’ve still got an ache in the back of your head,
But now bells are ringing?
Well don’t come crawling to me for advice.

Never met a whistle that I didn’t want to wet,
I endeavor to remember what I drink to forget.
An in the middle antihero I could have made the scene,
I was driven to distraction by my pornographic dreams.
And it all carries on,
There ain’t nothing ever wrong.

Sitting on the porch raise a glass to red Nick,
He’s a creepy old butcher but he never minds a sip,
Of the fuel that feeds his fires up down below.
There’s no time to go crazy somewhere else.
Well a whore is a whore, and all men are louts,
But we all dance together when the show man shouts,
In frenzied absolution of all woe.
There’s no time to go crazy somewhere else.

And all that I am is the beat up and drunken man,
Laid out below and ice cream truck.
And when all is said and done, maybe I ain’t done with life,
But life is done with me.

I was driven to distraction by my pornographic dreams.
And it all carries on,
There ain’t nothing ever wrong.
Never met a whistle that I didn’t want to wet,
I endeavor to remember what I drink to forget.
An in the middle antihero I could have made the scene,
I was driven to distraction by my pornographic dreams.
And it all carries on,
There ain’t nothing ever wrong.
Yeah, it all carries on,
There ain’t nothing ever wrong.