The Day God Cut Me Down

Should have seen it coming JC warned me all along

Through my greed and indiscretion I ignored his country song

I ran on for a long time but I finally met my end

When my lust for life was peaking my reality met my sins

I was riding high on powder pills and many things to drink

I had drown my inner demons so I didn't have to think

My bank accounts had bank accounts and they all were put on hold

As the blood began to leave me and my body turned to cold

The smell of iron held me back as I stumbled for a drink

I finally found my balance as my gore filled up the sink

I looked around uncertain I was dying all alone

Through my lonely desperation I reached out and found my phone

Operator - 911 What is the nature of your emergency ?

"Uh I'm not sure...…………...Uhm I'm Bleeding

Operator - What is your address ?

"572 Sandercock"

Operator - What is your name ?

"Um ma'am this isn't good Um my name is...…...Um Paul"

Operator - Okay Paul help is on the way where are you bleeding from Paul

"...………..Um this isn't good"

Operator - Paul...Stay with me Paul...……..Paul

"Yeah I'm here.....I've got to get some clothes on...……….Um OH SHIT"

Operator - Paul they're on their way stay where you are Paul They will be there any second

The smell of death filled my senses as I slid across the floor

"Fuck I need a drink" I laid staring at the door 

I couldn't hear a sound as they crashed in to huddle by my side

"I'm fucking sorry" "I'm fucking so...."  I repeated as I slowly lost my pride

They strapped me to a gurney and threw a sheet across my shame

I was nude to all the world as I laid there in no pain

The next thing I remember was his calm and lucid voice

"Paul stay with me now look at me Paul" 

As if I really had a choice

Then all at once the sounds came rushing like an unexpected wave

The siren told me firmly I was headed to my grave

When the gurney hit the cement my eyes were filled with crowd

There was one voice running next to me that rang out above the loud

"ICU ICU WE HAVE LOST A LOT OF BLOOD"

"Get me some...…………….."

-Cowboy Beach Bum

COMING SOON

Success is not a dirty word

but it took me to the cleaners

I signed the contract for my soul

to achieve the life of dreamers

My dreams were answered all in full

Just not in technicolor 

The darkness of my soul emerged

at the expense of many others

I played in shadows of the law

My bank accounts were filled

I questioned nothing

 and knew it all

My morals all were spilled

I found myself with everything

My cup it runneth over

When I awoke my life was stained

I was living the hangover 

It'll take some time to clean the mess

and start to see the truth

I'd have to reinvent myself

to separate the wisdom 

from the youth

I'll start from scratch

to build myself  back up from all the ashes

And take some time to learn to live

Avoiding all the crashes

Success is not a word

 I plan to leave behind

but in my search for goodness

I must surely....

Redefine

-Cowboy Beach Bum

Silly Rabbits

Tricks are made for...………….

FUCK YOU

I did not come here to play games

I am here to fill my pockets  for when my days begin to rain

You wont know me when I leave here

You didn't know me when I came

Your belief in your significance Is pretty fucking lame

You think you can control me with your names up on the wall

You had better bring your A game when you evoke the name of Paul

Your huddles where you plan your days are amateur at best

I will eat you in your nightmares leaving crumbs upon my chest

I see your thoughts and hear your fears as you cower in your head

You try to flex your powers but your heart already fled

What a tangled web we weave when we practice to deceive 

You try to change my record but the truth shall set me free

Your lucky that your Nichols kept me from dropping all the dimes

You want to be my cellmate before you even know my crimes

I will Nick you on your ego as you pretend to have a fit

If you sneak across my platter I will chew you up and spit

Your Savage beast was neutered by the Bitch that holds his leash

You can Mark my words all who step up are invited to the feast

There will be a child's plate for your Preacher and I'll feed you all by hand

We will pray for all his demons as we sacrifice the Lamb

And when the table's emptied I will show you to the door

We will finish our transaction like a John and twenty dollar whore  

Our time together was just a playful little fling

I'm sorry if it hurts and your insides start to sting

Please stop all your begging there is not a need to flirt

Your innocents was taken when you first pulled up your skirt

From this lesson I hope you learn a simple thing or two

Next time bring some lubricant 

Some tightly laced up shoes

A turtle neck and a double pair of pants

And the memory of this ravage

Where you  did not stand a chance

-Cowboy Beach Bum