taste leaves, lay low. but it's the dirt you want, a 
grinning mouth of mud
spectators come, the profane will watch, and in a claque 
for show, put me in the show
if i hope we're done, then can i get home, but it's the 
closing night, meaning party time
watch us drink to all, it'll keep me involved, it could 
turn out worse, when you've had enough
sticking still sitting you'll never come away with the 
thing that you hope, to safely know

and when you're about to leave that state, take your meal 
i ran away with gold, that i knew you'd take, and it's so 
hard to be that good, i can't behave with this one,
i came from the front, sit in the back and wait, for it 
to turn out worse, and then they half it up.
we kept on, and it took the soul from us, and this is how 
we go
one more, is an attempt to force, show up, learn to drink 
alone
the proof's awake, suddenly the rest are shapes, they're 
barely ignored
why not, if that's the girl, but still i know that i 
undersold