Half the Time

I trip up through Eastside streets

To get high up and I stare at the sun

If people get uptight and mean

I take my Beatle boots and live on the run

It's three hundred dollars to get me up

It's three hundred more just to play

I don't have much use for the money

But I'd really love to throw it away

Yeah, I really love to throw it away

Just like she said

All the words been running through my head

I'm unhappy nearly half the time

And I don't know why

No, I don't know why

Now me and my baby got hung up

Somewhere near the Echo Park

I start to get nervous, you shiver

It don't look so good here in the dark

But Hollywood's alright with me

If I die here then I'll go out in style

They said these days it seems like no one agree

But I think I will be here a while

I said, I think I will be here a while

I'm halfway dead, oh, but, baby

No, I ain't dead yet

I'm unhappy nearly half the time

And I don't know why

No, I don't know why

No, I don't know why

I really don't know why

I hide tension well like a punk

But everyone needs something to do

So I've been kicking tires and I'm kicking the junk

And, man, I do it better than you

But most of my friends, they got clean

And now, you know, they ain't too much fun

But to me they don't seem to be happy

And neither it don't seem like they're gettin' it done

You don't seem like you're gettin' it done

And I think you know

All your words been runnin' through my skull

I'm unhappy nearly half the time

And I don't know why

No, I don't know why

No, I don't know why

I really don't know why

Christ, I don't know why

I really don't know why

Jesus Christ know why

I really don't know why