The Vacant Lot - "Slept on His Arms Last Night"
They were happy together for oh so many years
Then she walked out and left him
Now all he has is tears
He was drinkin' and drinkin'
And then he'll drink some more
Drink drink, wash room, drink drink, throw up
And he passed out on the floor
Then eighteen hours later, when he finally came to
He tried to pick himself right off the floor
But his limbs, they would not move
He has no feeling in his left arm or his right
'Cause he slept on his arms last night
Wishes he hadn't drank so much
A hard time playing jacks
Can't take his rectal temperature
Rub Blistex on his cracks
He can't peel bananas
Take medicine for his cough
Wipe his brow, play basketball
Shuck peanuts, or jerk off
He has no feeling in his left arm or his right
'Cause he slept on his arms last night
Wishes he could kill himself
Or overdose on drugs
Can't push his wheelchair off a cliff
'Cause he ain't got one
Can't start his car in a closed garage
Wrap his head in cellophane
Can't drink a sixth of hemlock
Shove his nose into his brain
'Cause he slept on his arms last night
He has no feeling in his left arm or his right
'Cause he slept on his arms last night
Boy, his ass is itchy.
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