I spent a week driving up and down the coast
Talking to myself
Yelling at stray cats
You've got it all figured out haven't you
You furry bastards
Getting well annoyed at the middle aged woman
Dancing to the reggae at the bar
And i'd been doing so well so far
So yeah I don't like reggae
And no I don't love it
Personally i think it's shit (huh?)
But that doesn't make it any of my business
Who does or does not dance to it
My thoughts so dense I can't see
What is going on in front of me
When I'm alone I'm in bad company
I spent a week driving up and down the coast
Walking aimlessly about
Angrily addressing the wildlife like
You haven't got a care in the world do you
You non-verbal idiots
So I bite my nails until I
Can't even scratch the surface
Man is cursed to define his own purpose
I mean do I have to
Or can I maybe just wing it
My thoughts so loud
I can't hear the world surrounding me
When I'm alone I'm in bad company
When I'm alone I'm in bad company
When I'm alone I'm in bad company