Duane Allman Slept Here The Mountain Goats

Bag of sweet red licorice in my coat pocket
Kate's phone number breaking up and blurring in my brain
I have to find myself a doorway to rest in
Up for three days smoking rock cocaine

I got an idea to head down to Cable airport
Maybe hijack a little two seat plane
Maybe put the fear of God on my old friends down below
Up for three days smoking rock cocaine

I got five minutes sleep, it was an accident
My eyes look like grapes, sticky and overripe
I get the dates and times wrong all the time
I'm too young to get the dates and times wrong
Up for three days lips around the pipe

I will come to see you it's inevitable
Some wood may warp, but you probably can't change the grain
I'm not who you think I am, the person you thought you knew is gone
Up for three days smoking rock cocaine
Up for three days smoking rock cocaine