i smoke and i drink and i write all day
i rarely eat and i hardly shave
dont believe in the lord but i pray
pray for a real rainy day

had a brunette with a side of champagne
fine black clothes and a ticket to spain
but i dont own those sweeter things
pawned them all for a guitar string

some would fix it so you'd understand
that you ain't no kind of man
without money a woman and a plan
but i never cared for the trophies of a sane man

the gods drive this car i just ride in the read
and scream out directions into their ears
but they just laugh and pretend not to hear
when they get bored they refuse to steer

so the caravan just rolls along
with a pouting deity, me, and a song
i ask 'at least turn on the headlights'
he says 'goddamnit man you sound like my wife'

yeah some would fix it so you'd understand
that you ain't no kind of man
without money a woman and a plan
but i never cared for the trophies of a sane man

some ask 'is the glass half empty or full?'
i say 'there was never a glass at all.'
they say 'what'd you do, did you drink it dry?'
i say 'i can't recall but it looks like i tried.'

they say 'you poets, you're all the same.'
i say 'about you, we feel the same.'
they furrow their brow and ask my name
i say 'mr. azari but you can call me jane.'

yeah some would fix it so you'd understand
that you ain't no kind of man
without money a woman and a plan
but i never cared for the trophies 
no i never cared for the trophies
no i never cared for the trophies of a sane man