In those faded jeans Well, I've been stoned cold sober You've been cold as ice Hey, I got a good idea Let's get drunk and fight Let's get drunk and
good, In those faded jeans. I've been stoned cold sober, You've been cold as ice. I got a good idea, Let's get drunk and fight! CHORUS: Let's get drunk
Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
We're just whistling past the graveyard Laughing in backseats and restaurants Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Floating down from
There's no sound, no one around Half the sun's gone underground All the dead still hold their heads But their old weeping won't resound As we drag our
On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots Those sad feathery talks that float on all that Tattered teenage applause clapped out
Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn Weeping about
"Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows Cacophonous caws, bacterial ponds flap Pavement moans Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Caustic alarmed cavernous
A postcard of apple cores on spit strained wooded floors I spent an evening getting practice looking bored And there's a leaf on the sill but it won't
So many ways, but you don't ever see 'em coming Staggering aimless on a ribbon pulled for miles Too many states, to many animalistic neon blinking days
Did the seesaw nights put their hands on you? I can't really say, I can't really say Are you swinging from the eaves in a tasteful noose? I can't really
You're like a constant crowding consonant I'm a claustrophobic; I, I said We're as comfortable as wool warming naked indifference Thank God your words
Gone for a while And then blink and revile My old habits get confused. They've been placating my mood And selling me cheap solitude But I've run out of
me but i try, she thinks consistent when she's sober I'm a punk, I'm sorry to say she only likes me when she's drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk!!!! YEAH!.
smile cuz, Tonight we don't even care. Im single and drunk, Im single and drunk, Im single and drunk, Im single and drunk, Sing sing drunk Sing drunk Sing sing drunk
I got ?em horny feet, you got the epic beat I wanna make? 'em cream, you wanna make? 'em dream 'Coz I was born to shout and tell? 'em all what it?s really
a weirdo thought, I laugh to myself Drunken and tearful, I pine for you Are you having fun, do you think about me? Drunken and tearful again (na-naa-naa) (oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo) Drunken