Myth of Duct Tape (a song)
You think you're so cool
like Joey Ramone by the pool
swimming in sweat in your leather jacket
alone in the Southern sun.
Always in your army boots
posing by the dessert routes
smog in you hair-can't breath mountain air
and no one gives you a ride.
Duct tape belt and motorcycle
rusted chrome, tinted shades
like a man with a mission
to drive his life away.
Straight up to the bar
strait whiskey double shot drunk
at once thanks alot
another day to forget.
You think you've left it far behind in the snow
The sunshine cuts your mind
and fades the print on your page
like the glare of aftertaste.
If only you knew I know now
your myth is no thicker than the
stamp on the letter sent to you
still cool on my insides burning my eyes.