Little Creeps

To all of those with dead end jobs and dead end lives and loves
To all dead weight with no cause at all, the predictable ones
To the suit and to the peon, to the drunk and to the drink
To the lovers and the loved ones, the lonely and the meek

Let my thoughts and mind go and just let it slip away
Let me go of my ego and just give it all away
You can buy some if you want to as long as I don't have to stay
I'll just give it to you little creeps and greet another day

You take them for a ride from station to their destination
Like some bullet train of providence with no sense of direction
You've been taken for a ride around a world just for your taking
Been tossed off and deemed pathetic and left to your own devices

Where do you want to go?
To where the grass will always grow?
Someplace where no one stops to stare
Anywhere but here, anywhere but there

I like to taste the red red wine and celebrate temptation
I'm that useless coin in the wishing well full of promise and great notions
So full of pride and shit and passion, left to my own discretions
As the little creeps look on in awe taking notes and learning lessons

They asked me where I want to go, I answer "never mind"
I've rambled in the cities and I've roamed the countrysides
What's left is what I haven't seen or missed while dreaming in my sleep
There's another side where the grass is green and void of little creeps