D D D7 I ran down the road, pants down to my knees, screaming please come help me that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me G D and I'm writing a novel, cause it's never been done before D D7 First house that I saw, I wrote house up on the door, and told the people who lived there you have to get out cause my reality is realer than yours G D ya there's no time in the present. and there's a black dog on the bed D D7 Went to the backyard, to burn my only clothes, and then the dog ran out he said you can't turn nothing into nothing this would be no more G D and I'm no doctor, but that monkey might be right A7 Bm D and if he is, then I'll be walking him my whole life D D7 Drove to Malibu, on a dune buggy with Neil, he said you're gonna have to drive me out on the beach if you ever wanna write for real G D and I said I'm sorry, young man what was your name again? D D7 Everywhere I go in West Hollywood, it's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress and the actress wishing that they would G D we could do ayawaska, baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks D D7 Something bout the way, Violet whips her hair makes me empty my pockets, I'm cutting the corners, bumming twenties as if I was the mayor G D I don't need any new friends, but I could really use something to do A7 Bm D so if you're up for it sometime, I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse D D7 Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea, I could have sworn last night I passed out in my van and now these guys are pouring one for me G D I'll never leave the canyon, cause I'm surrounded on all sides A7 Bm D by people writing novels, and living on amusement rides
