Fft Lyrics - The Huntingtons

Sitting in my room 

The thoughts are flying through my head 

[Unverified] inside my brain is tart 

The contract's on my bed 

Smell the smell of cigar smoke 

And I know who it is 

Ideas are dumb, the doors are shut 

The messages are his 

My buddy Al drove off a cliff 

And ran into a nail 

He licks his wounds and wonders 

How the tooth drove him to fail 

He hates to park his car 

Downtown on 16th Avenue 

Sometimes her eyes are green 

And other times I think they're blue 

My sister is a mother 

And my mother is a chore 

My brother is a junkie 

For the C.O. music boards 

I knew this guy who was so lazy 

And he was so dumb 

He slept all day and lost his job 

And now he is a bum