Lyrics

Drank it up slowly as I looked at the only people in the room "It's ok to admit that you had been laughed at" said Mr. Deacon Blues Then some broken fool laughed and high-fived the bar back "I'll have another round" Raised it up to the ceiling, said "This one with feeling! What's the matter with this town?" If I look like a mess, I must be a mess Kick, snare and hi-hat, crushed cigarette pack, 2:00 is coming soon Kids on a wall plaque "AYSO Champs, summer '92" Good hands don't deserve this, maybe someday you'll learn kid Silence is a sound "Raise it up to the ceiling! Make this one with feeling We'll drink until we drown" If I look like a mess, I must be a mess Turning on and off and on and on and off and on