Serge Bielanko - Formula, Cola, Dollar Draft lyrics

There was a time when I didn't talk I'd look away or I'd shrug it off Tune it out or turn it off Or say something short and soft Out of school I took a J-O-B Makin' bu*tons in a factory Thinkin' what does life got in for me? And I didn't wanna know In a city full of double deals My boss would yawn and roll back on his heels Like anyone could cop a feel Of lady luck I was made with my brother Bill Drinking Muskie Moons on top of Laurel Hill It's funny, now I'd cheek a poison pill To sober up, to sober up And no two-bit claim of I'm all right Is gonna turn around and make it right So I'm fishin' in my pocket for a light And I'm standin' on the corner on a Saturday night I seen pigeons flap their filthy wings To a freezing sunset in the west Rain sh** down from their haunted perch In the bells above St. Someone's church The Sexton drinks and dreams in bed One eye in a line of light Startled by a ghost he screams His dead wife's name into the night Which echoes down a cobbled hall Bounces off a gray stone floor Fired down a line of stairs Where it's silenced by a door Beyond which I am leaning, leaning Watching cars and dreaming As steam rose 'round my body Like my soul up to the stars I guess the devil's had his way with town Now that Willie is in the ground And I guess the devil made me this When he gave me no one I can't resist I got the bill today Wrote back I moved away They called me up to say They know that I'm still here So on the fifth day of the fifth month At five o'clock in the dawn I rolled myself in a T-O-P And jumped out on Highway One With a 400 engine hot as a cremation coffin And a tailgate bangin' like an airplane wing I was rollin' on the highway I was doin' it my way Whistlin' "Someday" and singing this song I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes Concerning a great speckled bird I didn't know God made honky tonk angels And went back to the wild side of life