Cheap Cocaine Willi Carlisle

Eight miles out of Galesburg, I'm starin' at the rain
Eight-ball left of the cheap cocaine
And I'm lookin' at the sunlight, light through the pines:
Couldn't tell ya what it is, but it's always been mine

Now that I'm gone I think of the man
With a meth pipe clutched in his bone-thin hand
I said, hey brother, I hope you get straight
But I bet I don't meet him at the pearly gates

And I sing: Hey mamma I been starin' at the rain
A little heartbreak, a little soul pain
I been up all night on the cheap cocaine
Tryna make it better but it's always the same

Well I made a few new friends in a Rockford bar
I told 'em all lies, I said I was in charge
Of the afterparty, where the women were loose
I partied with the metalheads with gin and juice

Hung over as hell, I slept in shit on the lawn
I'm tired of twenty-somethins and their punkrock songs
Wake up in the mornin' and stumble towards the down
Sayin' 'how ya doin, boy, it's been too long."

And I sing: Hey mamma I been starin' at the rain
A little heartbreak, a little soul pain
I been up all night on the cheap cocaine
Tryna make it better but it's always the same