Spinning Like a Top - The Devil Makes Three

When I was a rover, met a four leaf clover, she was Irish as the day was long

I thought she’d give it to me maybe, now she’s married with a baby,

I’ve been dodging bullets all along

Man, we would creep but never lost no sleep, I would cut cat nip into the weed,

nobody was the wiser but they could have been higher and it meant more money

for me

Here’s to not getting caught, doctor it’s only a graze

Spinning like a top, running like a villain and the years are going by like days

School bus, I got on it, I was nearly catatonic,

I couldn’t speak a goddamn word Homeroom class, forge a hall pass and we would

get higher than the birds

My foolish nature, the chase for the paper, I would deal in the broad daylight

18 years old, head full of psilocybin and howling at the moon all night

Small town shadows, clean out of sight, nothing to fear but the coming of that

morning light

Ducking and dodging and diving for that rent, if it couldn’t be broken,

it could be bent

Washing dishes, stealing kisses, making our deals on the side

She said are you ready honey, we got gas money, going on a real long ride

Lying like a rug, prescription drugs, old guitars, new girlfriends

Everybody shunned me, I just thought that it was funny and I’d do it all over

again