I get up in the morning, eyes swollen shut.
Past peek, stale and weak & washed up.
That Squid versus the Whale and Cheney's.
Got me reminiscing on my future lately.
So I take it outside. Take down the coffee.
Turn off the lights.
I blame you for all of this and that's my fault.
Oh, my friend, one hand blames the other one.
I'll know when to quit but I'm not yet done.
Try to pull the wool over the wolf.
Till you can't see the white of my eyes.
Your bastard's not so young anymore.
I can't start the menace.
So I'm skipping out on breakfast.
Plenty of shit, I gotta eat during the week.
In the case of a catastrophe, I will tell you honestly.
I'm most definitely in the weeds.
But if you feel like complaining...
Blame me for everything. It's all my fault.
Oh, my man, one hand blames the other one.
I'll know when to quit but I'm not yet done.
Try to pull the wool over the wolf.
Till you can't see the white of my eyes.
Your bastard's not so young anymore.
You're pouring out salt on every wound.
With the salt of the earth disguise.
Your bastard's aren't so young anymore and you know it.
What you throw out won't come back to you.
Why would it.
Put it down. Come back to it. Put it down.
Try to pull the wool over the wolf.
Till you can't see the white of my eyes.
Your bastard's not so young anymore.
You're pouring out salt on every wound.
With the salt of the earth disguise.
Your bastard's aren't so young anymore.
Put it down. No time like the next one. Put it down.
Each day the same as the last one.
For just another poor sport.