Me and Big Dave

Me and big Dave were just tryin' to stay upright

We were chasin' white lines and warpin' our minds last night

We were killin' the time, though we sure didn't know it

Huntin' down rhymes with a Kentucky poet

Me and big Dave were just tryin' to stay alive

There's some folks around town that might

Cuss our names down to the floor

They might claim that we're loners

No-account stoners and more

It's the same kind of people

Claim to be chosen

But their ears made of stone and

Their tongues made of poison

The doctrine they preach

Has got nothing that they can teach me

Well, I don't know if Dave hates

The same kind of hate that I do

Well, but he knows that I know

That he's been cut down by it too

Well, people get talkin' 'bout things that we use

I ain't in the business of makin' excuses

Me and big Dave were just tryin' to stay alive

This whole world's full of ghosts

That I believe, that, most folks can't see

The particular demons

That reason with big Dave and me