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 p**n 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 an*log mountains Let the mirror express the room Let the mirror express the room