Another drink,
so they’ll have one too.
The more I speak
the less its true for you.
Another curl,
My arm’s a beach front house
Got the view out front
So just ignore my mouth
I make you laugh
but the joke’s on myself
I sit and bitch
then restock the shelves
And it’s a 9 to 5
And it’s my hearts demise
And it’s my shell
And it’s hard to tell
Its this fucking game
My name, my frame, its lame
And it’s all the same
I’m down, I’m down, I’m down
And down
and down
and down and down
Why should I be any way?
but round,
and round,
and round,
and round and round.