Head Full Of Paint

HEAD FULL OF PAINT

My daughter got killed hitchin on the road
Daddy took himself out with a buckshot load
One brother died alone on the Ho Chi Minh trail
Another got knifed in a gang fight in a jail
My wife done ran off with her own goddamn shrink
My life's so low and black I just can't even think
Faced with all these awful dooms
I got nothin to do but huffin paint fumes

I got some cans of Krylon, and some dry cleaner bags
Twist em over my head till I'm about to gag
Sprawled in the arms of sweet toxicity
A chemical respite from my endless misery
Listenin to those brain cells dying one by one
It's faster than cancer, but slower than a gun

Ain't got no money, ain't got no job
They turned off the water, so I smell like a slob
Roaches on the floor, rats in the walls
No even cares, no one ever calls
All I got's a house that's moldy and dank
And that's about to be taken by the bank
Empty halls and empty rooms
Might as well sit around huffin paint fumes

Wish I had the courage to end it all up fast
'Stead of huffin fumes, to make my agony last
It's the end of the road, can't go no further on
Just hope the reaper gets me before my cans are gone
My hands have constructed my own little Hell
A twisted bag of plastic, a sickeningly sharp smell
There's hope for some, but for me there ain't
Sprawled in my filth with a head full of paint
Sprawled in my filth with a head full of paint