Late night when you caught me slipping
3:00 AM when the TV started dripping
Something this way comes, feels wicked
Feels great when you kiss my forehead
This place feels so god damn lived in
Push me over to spill its contents
Won't you?
Beat me to death with a rickenbacker
While telling me its the tone you're after
Drag the TV out
On the front lawn and after
Let's put something on
To forget about what's going on