There's a guy singing in the edge of the room. Making sounds through a face like a prune. He's got them fancy checkered pants. And a chip in his tooth, oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Been living underwater. But I sure dug the sea. But no-one could hear me out. When I leaned back to scream. . Coming through the shelves, to live in the dirt.
Hate your friends 'cos they're the only ones. That make you want to die. And they make their scene. The priss and preen, they'll never get it right. .
I'm sweatin' bullets for breakfast. Slipping outta my range. Another night on a meathook. Just tryin' to pickle my brain. Why the hell are you running.
Give me a call. When yer strung out or when you're bored. Been so long and heavy. But now you think I'm ready. Lean on me, lean on me. Give it a try, it won't hurt.
Woke up with a war in my head. An old man's grumble. And an extra space in the bed. And if ol' John Prine can't sing the next line. 'Bout something that can make me smile.
Did you really wanna. Come out tonight with me?. Did you just wanna go. Where everybody else goes?. . Now I don't need to read your mind. To see or hear that you ain't mine.
I just don't know how to talk to you. There ain't much that I want to get through. Just stare at you in silence that's okay. Like a dog outside your window in the rains.
He's the man without a plan. To shake it up and set you down again. A Bo Diddley walk a no more messing round the block. A seventeen watts is a all of what you got.
Hey you. Put yer chewing gum in my fist. And pass the last over of yer drink. You've known me long enough to know. Yeah I'm in deep and it shows. I met her on grand final day.