Sunday's Best
Looks Like A Mess
Drank it up slowly As I looked at the only People in the room. âIt's ok to admit that You have been laughed at,â Said Mr. Deacon Blues. Then some broken fool laughed And hi-fived the bar back, âI'll have another round.â Raised it up to the ceiling, said âThis one with feeling. What's the matter with this town.â If I look like a mess. I must be a mess. Kick snare and hi-hat, Crushed cigarette pack, 2 is coming soon. Kids on a wall plaque, âAYSO Champs, Summer 1992.â âGood hands don't deserve this.â âMaybe someday you'll learn kid that Silence is a sound.â Raise it up to the ceiling, âMake this one with feeling.â We'll drink until we drown... Turning on and off and on.
From Letras Mania