I Always Wanted To Try To Be

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

I Tell The Audience Every Night, "i Hope You Didn't Pay More Than Face Value On That Ticket, Because We Ain't Worth More Than That, And You Ain't Gonna Get Any More Than That."

Some People Find It's Easier To Hate.

I Took A Fresh Pack Of Luckies, A Mint Called Sen-sen, My Old Man's Trojans.

Every Time I've Held A Rose, It Seems I Only Felt The Thorns