Goodtime Hustle - Skeleton Key

Butcher, baker, pharmaceutical maker
You name the drug, I've been the taker
I'm never satisfied, always want more
My head's in the clouds, my feet on the floor

I've got the recipe for disaster
I've seen the formula for success
On even days, I'm a total bastard
Any other day, I'm a hopeless mess

Show me the victim, I can't see the crime,
Fantastical fruit plucked from the vine
Inspire, require, might equals right
How do you sleep in the dead of the night?

I've got the recipe for disaster
I've seen the formula for success
On even days, I'm a total bastard
Any other day, I'm a hopeless mess

Another rabid dog wielding a pen
Take a good look, chance won't come again
Skeleton key that fits every lock
Two-legged stallion still wearin his socks

I've got the recipe for disaster
I've seen the formula for success
On even days, I'm a total bastard
Any other day, I'm a hopeless mess

Didn't do that well in college
I'm always chasing forbidden knowledge
An elephant, you don't acknowledge
A master plan that's cuttin' edge

Can do anything if ya show me the ropes
Awful good at smoking dope
Give me the time, I'll ski up slop
Post a sign, I'll interlope

Been told I should be in pictures
It's said that I'm foretold in scriptures
Had to disobey the strictures
Buy some drinks, I'll have some pitchers

Time has come to dance with the rising sun
Who really cares how the battle was won
Hold your head high while the cup's in your hands
Sinners are saints at the screaming of fans

I've got the recipe for disaster
I've seen the formula for success
On even days, I'm a total bastard
Any other day, I'm a hopeless mess

I've got the recipe for disaster
I've seen the formula for success
On even days, I'm a total bastard
Any other day, I'm a hopeless mess

Written by:
James Schweda

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