Buckingham Rabbit

Back then I had a Buckingham rabbit
 I'd been lonely since she found Christ
 Now is the time to depend on the law
 The nights of my professional life
 It's the nights of my professional life
 I was living in a very young city
 Grand piano, great lakes goodbye
 If you ask me my name, it's high-low-jack in the game
 I can track a single bee to the hive
 Every single game was a blowout
 And the NASCAR blurred into porn
 Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps
 Of the man who was never born
 The man who was never born
 And so the rent became whiskey
 And then my life became risky
 And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey
 Shattered dogs on the rocks
 At the back of the bar there's a couch
 Where the lonely people go and lie
 They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist
 Into the wee hours of the night
 Into the wee hours of the night
 The factory's on muscle relaxers
 The pine perfume of hilltown floors
 The lover, the thinker, the talker, the singer
 Won't be lucid for her anymore
 Won't be lucid for her anymore
 And so the rent became whiskey
 And then my life became risky
 And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey
 Shattered dogs on the rocks, shattered dogs on the rocks
 When you know how I feel I feel better
 When you're fifteen you want to look poor
 You do unto others and run like a mother
 I don't want to look poor anymore
 No, I don't want to look poor anymore
 Jesus in a runaway shelter
 Said "The deaf have pictures of you"
 From the digital fountains to the analog mountains
 Let the mirror express the room
 Let the mirror express the room