58 - El Paso lyrics

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Balcony in el paso<br>Cigarette butts grace my balcony<br>And the remains of a dead pigeon seem somewhat poetic<br>The life form that scurries around below<br>Is a misture of tex-mex and trailer park trash<br>I know you - 'cause I used to live here, too<br>Guess that makes you just like me<br>That make you wonder about yourself? <br><br>I don't know why<br>I'm here but I can't stay<br>The more things change<br>The more they stay the strange<br><br>Sittin' here on this plane<br>Watchin' the empty faces crawl past me<br>You know they all seem to have ingested<br>That same melancholy pill<br>Instead of warm, fuzzy and safe<br>They seem cold and judgmental<br>Little conversations come in and out of audio focus<br>It's all in slow motion but somehow moving at the<br>Speed of fear<br>I feel such the animal, I'm always the animal<br>My body's the cage - I'm locked in this cage<br>My home is worn, it's torn, it's been abused<br>And I like it<br><br>(chorus)<br><br>Here I sit in another hotel and it smells like someone else<br>I lay in bed and I can taste the smell<br>They smell of smoke, the drink, the stink<br>And the stain on the floor<br>I wonder was he with his wife? <br>Or another man's whore<br>Scratches upon the glass<br>Tell of the drugs and the radio<br>Is still on to the music that made them dance<br>I bet it was sweet<br>But me? <br>Fuck man I gotta get some sleep