But all day Morgan Davis wants
He waits, and when she turns out the lights
He tiptoes through the darkness
This boring life that he leads
of buying an d selling stocks
Makes him feel he's throwing
There's no joy, no strife,
He wants the lights, the jazz, a piece of ass
A toothless bitch to blow
He cooks his junk in some Gatorade
And scores a bag of product
This secret life that he leads
Of buying an d selling drugs
He's selling hash, screwing trailer trash
My friends are all salesmen,
There must be something bigger
An d so he's fired his heat
It's coming up on sunrise
He smells like barf, his hair's a mess
He wipes the coke and lipstick
He stumbles, a bravo as he shows
He will be at work in an hour or so
He crawls to bed with his sleeping wife