Golden Smog Son
(Angel) hello mom I'm fine where the sun is dying how's the weather around my old hometown you seem to worry about my livin' say that all is forgiven what's lost is bound to be found I hope you don't expect to see me 'cause you know I'm very far away you know I really miss you but a man's gotta make it on his own someday soon she sends her greetings 'bout school and civic meetings says she's doing well in her cell yeah, my brother's born and raised now and he's proud to show his face down on the corner scene in his paper dog dreams and me I guess I'm living taking what's for the living ooh ma, you know how I really wish you could see what's on my mind, yeah yeah, I guess it's kind of lonely and I've been uptight for money but I'll make it on my own staying high you seem upset about the drugs and things I guess finally found my way it's my way to be free don't think you're a failure to me someday you'll understand all this just what it is I mean to say but just don't try and love me I don't wanna see you hurt this way guess I'll be going, makes a guy feel great knowing that somebody cares somewhere mom I cannot mail this and let you know I failed it's just not right somehow, oh no I'd rather let you think I'm dead than hung on drugs instead I'm dying anyhow and it's too late now I guess there's a moral somewhere but I can't seem to think just now if I had to do it over guess I'd try to change it around somehow Lord it's really hell when you're living in this spell and nothing's like it seems in a cocaine dream