Umierając Jak Chwast…

I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it

I wish someone would show me where to draw the line

I'd lay down my sword if you would

take it

And tell everyone back home I'm doing

fine

I was with you down in Acapulco

Trading clothing for some wine

Smelling like an old adobe woman

Or a William Burroughs playing for lost time

I was thinking about my mother

I was thinking about what's mine

I was living my life like a Hollywood

But I was dying on the vine

Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter

The troops, the celebrations in the sun

The authorities say my papers are all

in order

And if I wasn't such a coward I would

run

Meet me when all the shooting's over

Meet me on the other side of town

Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection

It's always nice to have them hanging around

I was thinking about my mother

I was thinking about what's mine

I was living my life like a Hollywood

But I was dying, dying on the vine