Greased Up

OK, life - is this it?
Quick - take a piss
Do a jig
Greased up nitty-gritty
Cheek to cheek
Dust to dust
It's 1:06 - buy that
buy this

It's the sky high lie
Deal with it your own way
Nothing to say. I'm sick and unworthy.
I'm a reader of magazines.
I'm a painter of sacred dreams.
A howler - a drooler
Warped up and unstable
Defrocked, I lie in bed - naked, hot, cold and sweaty.
Filtered through a window pane
My passion is a crashing train
I'm cast aside - left to die
The play is over. Head for the exits.