Empty Bottle Lyrics

I saw this crazy homeless guy one time

Absolutely batshid crazy, no question about it

So this is about him

I seen him smilin', empty bottle at his feet

He gives a go at counting his teeth

Tells the world he has three, but he counted one twice

And the two that remain ain't, uh, lookin' so nice

And the scars in his arms show a search for a vein

Against a dragon, in an unending chase

And now his face, tweakin' madly, his body at ease

His eyes ligthen up, and he winks at me

I stare at him silent with nothing to expect

And he shares a story, on a maiden, who he'd met in Quebec

Repeating the calls he had made to lure his wench

Sayin', "come here betch", with the utmost respect

A sudden dash and he's weaving through traffic

Dodging the cars, his arms wildly flapping

And the drivers ain't happy, much to his confusion

It's clear to him that we're the ones who are disillusioned

But he has me enthralled, captivated, from toe to head

My eyes are glued on him, and my ears are impressed

He flails and he wails, 'til he burns himself out

And he returns to the curb, where he lays himself down

With his sweater as his pillow, and the sidewalk as his bed

You'd think a man in his position would be better off dead

But I see him smilin', empty bottle at his feet

He gives a go, at countin' his teeth

And I see him smilin', as he's fallin' asleep

I'm not gonna lie that motherlover's crazy

Absolutely batshid crazy

I cannot stop watchin'