Wheelgreaser

Lyrics

[Strophe 1] You, a feral child Petulant, beguiled Me, I'd rather choke on The truths hidden in my throat Than sing your sullen song Or know what's going on See, the wind blowing through the trees Means sweet fuck-all to me It means sweet fuck-all to me, yeah [Refrain] Tired of dressin' up Tired of dressin' down And I'm doing as I like But I don't know If I like doing it Tired of dressin' up Tired of dressin' down And I'm doing as I like But I don't know If I like doing it [Strophe 2] Time was, we could let Whatever work would not beget Rain down from the rafters Only worry about it after We sang your sullen song We had no idea about the goings-on And all the wind stirring up the leaves Meant sweet fuck-all to me Still means sweet fuck-all to me, yeah [Refrain] Tired of dressin' up Tired of dressin' down And I'm doing as I like But I don't know If I like doing it Tired of dressin' up Tired of dressin' down And I'm doing as I like But I don't know If I like doing it [Bridge] Greasing the wheels Of the machine (And I'm doing as I like But I don't know) Man's gotta eat Man's gotta make ends meet (And I'm doing as I like, but I don't know) [Refrain - Chor] Tired of dressin' up Tired of dressin' down And I'm doing as I like But I don't know If I like doing it Tired of dressin' up Tired of dressin' down And I'm doing as I like But I don't know If I like doing it