BACKLIT

historydeletesitse
Sep 28, 2022
2 min read

CHORUS: I'm backlit and I smell like gasoline I'm a sight to see But I can't be seen In a bottomless pit of bullshit I'm somewhere in between A silver tongue devil And a greazy pair of blue jeans Move along, move along 'snuthin' to see here Just a washed up wounded old bird on the curb Sitting drinking a lukewarm beer Once was on the toppa the heap In high gear, Without peer, no fear Oily rags to shiny riches and back to rags (in less than a year) My story you should hear See I came up with a dire need Nobody even knew they had. Then I filled that very same need With cheap goo gaws and doo dads. Took off like a rocket I wasn't doing half bad. But like so many things people think they need It turned out to be just a fad. REPEAT CHORUS I had a cooking show though I can't cook. They tell me I even wrote a book. Sold the movie rights Published a magazine Page after page I'd pose and preen I had a record out though I can't sing Coined a popular catchphrase and everything. Slipped and fell into the trash Woke up smelling like piss and ashes My attorney found me in the gutter I was wearing all my worldly possessions, smeared with peanut butter He said, "Son, this is your lucky payday. You had several pending lawsuits go your way." I was speechless, mouth agape, agog. Never seen nothing so alien, so odd. Here was an honest lawyer. Hand to God! REPEAT CHORUS Well I don't know if it was wrong or right. But I can tell you it was here and gone overnight. Look around you. All you see, Is owned lock stock and barrel, By dirty little old me. So I like looking a little rough. I like drinking the cheap stuff. I'm tasteless and unrefined. You go your way. I'll go mine. REPEAT CHORUS