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