your scraping the bowl, johnny
your hanging around near the bottom
your sick of it
your sick with it
now, what were you smiling for?

don’t think i don’t see you, johnny
changing hats stage-left
your perfect delivery only
making an ass of your self
and at home how you check the papers

the gig is up, johnny
and this is the best you could do
where your opium dreams have lead
down with the curtain close
scraping the bowl, swirling the bottom