get with the good times, we’ve company, beer
come on, get wasted, and try out the gear
don’t look so sullen, what’s so overbearing!
the sun’s in the sky – everyone’s staring!
that orb just bends the hellish mind
between the in and out, no rhyme
and when I leave this mob for bed
well tortured souls can’t stand the dead
I’d rather all my black attacks
to clicking in by knocking back
these ditsy girls and cocky guys
don’t need me for an alibi
each day I lever for control
please don’t further grease the pole
don’t make me be your alibi
we live in different worlds tonight
. . . . .
but now your party’s over, through
it seems you’ve got the after blues
now what’s it like to wear my shoes?
it’s not like I can’t spot the clues
those are the ones I always use
and you may find them hard to lose
those flowing shots gave me control
they’ve flooded now and torn a hole
with my headache comes true meaning
there’s this going nowhere feeling
assuredness has slipped away
how do I wear these boots all day?
don’t say a thing, please go away
just leave alone, please go away!
ok, ok
ok, ok. ok