Mess Around (Live)

Feel like messing up, cutting my teeth
 On stolen candy, chewing on something sweet
 I don't know what, what I came here for
 Stumbling down these streets, trying to find your door
 Take the long way 'round, long walk across this town
 If I was any good at painting, I'd paint it up and down
 But I'm not, I'm just trying not to make a sound
 Whistling to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around
 Mess around, mess around, mess around...
 Wanna tell it like it is from heaven's point of view
 But I would not have lived in vain if I could utter one thing true
 Or not build this life so artificially
 Not go about it all so goddam superficially
 Lay myself down, quit running so ragged
 Blaze me a trail just a little less jagged
 But for now I'm just stuck here in this town
 Singing to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around
 Mess around, mess around, mess around...