Charlie Brown and the Crazy Forty-Fives
Last night, walking against the lonely concrete
I tried to flirt with suicide.
But she'd only love me for my money.
So I pray for drive by shooters
Their crazy forty-fives cracking out
Charlie Brown suicides
Wishy washy blood smeared across my jacket
Everyone loves a victim
Even crazy forty fives
Stop telling. Stop yelling
I know who I am
I'm blue-eyed and violent
In love with that little red haired girl.
Lucy! Hold that damn football
God, just once......