Sing songs won't you sing along into the back room

A thought alone in this world is just like me to disagree

Ever wonder why the animals so narrowly escape manic depression

Put it on my tab


If I paint the sky at the right time

And set it for your eyes to gaze upon

Honey will you see the lights

Will you hold my hand tonight


Last call for alcohol in the loneliest of avenues with no one I know

There's a medicine for that

There's a medicine for that


Down to earth on a mattress at a cheap motel

Counting dollar bills and pretending I know her well

There's a medicine for that

There's a medicine for that


Sing back the tunes we play

Transistor radios and old board games

I look at the computer and might cry

The fire spreads through the dry grass nearby


We bust grooves like the crippled mausoleum keepers

Wheelchair running from the grim reaper

Printing centerfolds from the school computer

From the school computer