the taurus dance

your vicious little lies
all spun up in your head
it's hard to keep 'em straight
when you're always in my bed

admittedly no conscience
you hold nothing higher
than selfish needs - to hate
musician, racer, lier

cash, booze, buds, no cares
see no focus, just pretend
bikes, cars, more hot babes
always dreaming just to win

well loved, well fucked
and mostly always broke
an egocentric looser
life in turmoil, is the joke

beer is a diet every day
the mohawk is beyond belief
wife, daughter all lost
continuing on this hellish grief

another dumb decision
is just around the corner
rally up the crew for wheelin
my lonely self, a foreigner