Lyrics

If the alcohol was positively right I'd wind up spinning out for the night I'd cause an accident, but it would be well spent My new accident for your eyes If my attention pills worked perfectly fine You wouldn't have to repeat your lines Of things I do forget, you wouldn't get upset With my afflicted head a hollow shell 'Cause when the one-man bastard circus is in town I somehow find a way to stick around And when the tightrope shows all crash to the ground I'm coming down I'm coming down If my promises were perfectly kept Thеre'd be so much less еmotional debt The floors would be all swept, I'd fix the TV set Some sort of miracle much to your surprise And if the bartenders knew perfectly right They wouldn't set me up for the night To watch me fall so hard and wind up in our yard Just in time to hear you lock the doors 'Cause when the one-man bastard circus is in town I somehow find a way to stick around And when the tightrope shows all crash to the ground I'm coming down I'm coming down tonight