But it just looks plain cold from the bottle
Another part of the ritual standing in the kitchen
Arms are braced against the counter swallowing like mercury down the drain

And the neighbors have been drinking
And they are raising quite a stink
Pretty soon they will be fighting it can get pretty ugly

The city makes a hooting sound tonight
The owl on the roof has got it right if it's left up to him
He'll take that stupid grin decapitate a rodent or a mouse

Take the be train or the shuttle at the exit
Have a smoke try to spit onto the sidewalk
Instead you wipe it off your chest

I don't want to freak but the tongue erodes
Each time we start to speak on a timely mission
You look pretty swell in your new position

Fiberglass funny face up on the wall
It's funny when it isn't funny at all and if it's up to him we
Will take the ways of sin and smash them like glass against the wall

But it's not to pathetic with your teeth full of rhetoric
And doubt carry on like little creature in
The fields of our love

Writer : WAGNER
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