He pours the wine into his coffee cup

His gin has dropped

It's time to pick it up

Too fed, he rose out of his bus and left

Tearin' slow he's barkin' something crass



Each night a thousand stairs go up both ways

So incur the bee get through his sleeves

Elms down at the coast it's too late for Buster's ride

Slide down to his headphones

Sleeps till sallow mind



Success, success, its smile and saccharin

Glamour rust he's poor and poncho's jam

Lives his live a painful and loving day

In the history of a great pregnancy



Scrap public library checkin' out the trough

Starting to appear to gather his thoughts

Scrap public library checkin' out the trough

He's talkin' to himself about him



He's gonna get upset, get upset

He can't sleep

He'll hibernate the cigarette and don't get upset

He's gonna get upset, get upset