Gettin' Out of Key West on a Greyhound Blues

Looking for a high, hoping for a lay. Working two jobs, for not enough pay.

It’s the first again, can’t pay the rent. Been chasing tail. It all got spent.

Loser, user, and parasite friends, hang with me ‘til all money spends.

Night after night, I go home alone to cybersex with my smart phone.

Came to the Keys to find paradise. But what I found was not so nice:

A big black hole, known as Duval, sucked me in bad, caused me to fall.

Broken, not broke, pawned my guitar. Took all the coins from the Mason jar.

Bought me a ticket. Put on my shoes. Got those “gettin’ out of Key West on a Greyhound” blues.