Runs a red light, flips off the cop
His name is Bob and lives down the block
I don't sleep, I drink coffee instead
Tryin' to burn a hole through
And I'm thinkin' about you
out to Louisville, Kentucky
People are large and clearing house,
lucky and across the border
looking kinda lifeless and worn,
they said I should find the place
where Abe Lincoln was born
Don't sleep, I drink coffee instead,
Now I'm thinking about you
Yeah, I drove into New York City,
garbage baking on the street
It was not pretty, I saw cold duster,
They was wastin' time on Essex Street
Yeah, they had Jaxxahydrans
And the little black baby, yeah
I don't sleep, only dream
And baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We'll come a hungry junkie
with a face like Van Gogh
Two eyes, two ears, but only half a nose
Well the boys say, beat it girl, you stink
You got a hair full of lace,
Cash pan peek is a dumb bitch
A wink, well with me that shit don't fly
It's sinking, I don't bother with nothing
I try to protest, get the hell out of Dodge
I 80's back to the Midwest
I don't sleep, I drink coffee instead
Trying to burn a hole through
I'm thinking about you you
