A Jones for Self‑Destruction

I’ve got a jones for self‑destruction

I’ve got a hard‑on for the death disease

I hate myself, but I love everybody else

I hate myself, but I love everybody else

You can’t save a man who’s fallen

But you might save him as he drowns

Somebody throw the fool a lifeline

I may say I’m doing well

But one look and you can tell

That I don’t know what I’m talking about

Somebody save me from myself

Put a bad boy in a box

Throw away the key and lock him up

He’ll hurt himself and nobody else

He’ll hurt himself and nobody else

You can’t save a man who’s fallen

But you might save him as he drowns

Somebody throw the fool a lifeline

I may say I’m doing well

But I can hear hell’s bells ringing

And I can hear God’s angels singing

Somebody save him from himself

I’ve got a jones for self‑destruction

I’ve got a hard‑on for the death disease

I blame myself, there’s nobody else

I blame myself, there’s nobody else

You can’t save a man who’s fallen

But you might save him as he drowns

Somebody throw the fool a lifeline

I may say I’m doing well

But even a blind man could tell

That I don’t know what I’m talking about

Because I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about

Somebody save me from myself

© E Lee Hawkins