All Laid On - The Verlaines

Blood on my pick-ups, the barman’s a stick up

They take the money and we just get to play

Well that’s okay, so long as you know it’s just a swap

The world doesn’t like you, but they’d like to see you off

And I got to go now, hoped I was mistaken

But I’m stone-laden, waiting all day long

It doesn’t make you worthier, it doesn’t make you rich

And people praise you thick and thin just like a fickle bitch

And that’s a ditch if you listen to it

You think yourself amazing all the time you’re falling in

And while you’re waiting, head and hearts a-blazing

I’m still waiting, praying, all day long

Think of a caption, inscription on your grave

You say it’s for cartoons and I say that’s the same

It’s a nasty joke and if you don’t laugh you choke

They’ll throw you in the deep end and if you don’t swim a stroke

Then do what I do, keep the dream floating

With hoping, groping, smoking all day long