Big Time

Big Time Down in the basement where the cannibis grow's There is a big time user no pin hole's in his clothes And all that he can say to you, is got any skin's I could murder a smoke Out in the backyard there is a re-cycling bin And a part time student with a smeg on his chin Reciting lost line's of rimbaud's blessed poetry he isin atrance obviously In the cupboard that is under the stair's Where i used to kneel ,to say my prayer's There is a full time judas and his pet porcupine But he is not with me, he's no friend of mine You know i strive to do what i can to improve, and be a better man But the sky is always falling when you are not around when you can't be reached or just left town Then there is the kitchen's utility room in the corner, with the mop and the broom There is a old time crooner, ona record player singing i coming home soon, so get out of my chair In the attic up there with the bats Live's the critic who just hate's all the crap He only like's old movie's, that are not made anymore He is a loser, a loser for sure