I don't wanna talk about what's wrong
Let's just sit and light the bong
And let the evening burn away
I'm on the outside of you today
There's gold in them there hills
There's a hundred thousand bottles of pills
And I have to eat every one
I'm on the outside of kingdom come
I wanna brick myself into my room
Pretend the lighting fixture is the moon
Pretend that we're not sketched on a page
I'm on the outside and I'm going insane
Drinking Rumple Minze and Cherry Coke
Huddled in a tin roof home
Smoking back to back cigarettes
I'm on the outside and I'm soaking wet
I don't want to count my till
I don't want to have no thrills
They would probably soften my glare
I'm on the outside but I don't care
So let's sleep late and drive all night
Into the diffused gray light
Then faint inside day's torching heat
I'm on the outside and I've been beat
And we go on to John Brown's Grave
I've got a heartache the size of a Great Lake
She's so far away
I'm on the outside either way