Sometimes I fantasize the hospital
A place where I could get some sleep
Then I think about the people who endure so much more
Why am I so weak?
Some days I find myself sleeping under cars
Hiding from eyes from afar
Scurrying thru intersections with familiars
Lest they try and stroke the ego with conversation fillers
I know they know no better
But please, let it die
Me, with myself, and my conceptual I
Well, I found the gate to heaven in the depths of hell
I let the bucket dip down deep into the dark dank well
And I kept skipping by that old suicide song
Cause oh boy, it sure begs a sing-a-long
Comic book cowboy, I'm wearing the boots
One foot then another and a button up suit
Hair trigger heart and the switchblade is loose
Keep me coming back for more
Keep me reined with the noose
Comic book cowboy, comic book cowboy...
Let it all fall apart
Believe it never was my heart
I gave it a good funeral
Casseroles, cookies
Champagne and casket look-sees
But they keep bringing it back to life again
Happiness is a trap - look again
Your silence is full of noise
Trapped in the dream of being you
With your handfulls of toxic toys
Well, I found the gate to heaven in the depths of hell
I let the bucket dip down deep into the dark dank well
And I kept skipping by that old suicide song
Cause oh boy, it sure begs a sing-a-long
Comic book cowboy, I'm wearing the boots
One foot then another and a button up suit
Hair trigger heart and the switchblade is loose
Keep me coming back for more
Keep me reined with the noose
Comic book cowboy, comic book cowboy...
Comic book cowboy, comic book cowboy...
