Crawdad

Gonna fun until i run, until i run right out of gas man.
gonna spit on everything until my mouth is as dry as sand.
i know exactly what you know about all the reasons. you know, i know the answers.
i just dont know what to do, what to do.
so i do most anything to avoid a head-on confrontation with the guy who
looks at me and points out all i havent done. i say "fuck you,
you dont have to tell me exactlyy where im at.
you know, i know the answer. but that dont help me know what to do,
what to do." maybe i'll shave my head and hang out in the airport 'till i drop dead. or be a social
butterfly and find fame, know all the fat cats by their first name.
gotta do it now. i need a brain storm. gotta be the early bird and get that stinking worm.
but who wants a worm? i dont eat worms. i hate worms!
i need somebody who can find a wayy out of a sticky situation.
someone who can take a piece of me and turn it into gold. could that someone be you,
and does that even matter? maybe i dont know the answer. i sure as shit dont know what
to do, what to do. and so im gonna run, until i run, until i run right out of gas.