runnin' and runnin' (4 my uncle)

doing it big time, can't let it go,
high on the fumes of yesterday's happiness,
joy in the morning, the evening is gone,
climbed in a dumpster and
found his next meal,
running and running and running some more...
crystalline lies on the smoke of
a genie,
wishes unfulfilled,
not coming up again,
conan the ghetto dweller,
immune to common sense,
drinking the wine from
the bottle we peed in
last night,
or the night before,
running and running and
running some more...
caught up in the life
of lies, or the
lies of life,
hastening to dream the
narcotized visions
of the millionaire's concubine,
trapped in her own greed,
everything she could want and
not a damn thing she needs,
listening for the open door
dive and tuck and roll and...
fuck...
not a gateway to heaven,
each day alive is hell in a
secret santa sack,
demons in the wake
of all the profound plans,
and there really is the point
of going too far,
with no turning back,
running and running,
and running and running,
and running...
too far...
and the stop will be
the last stop on the line...