Sitting in a square room
My voice is freezing
And the beams that are bouncing off the moon
Are hanging from my window like icicles Just a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic
Shivering and homesick
Staring at a wooden floor
Staring at a wooden floor Last night I nearly k**ed myself
Chasing rum with rum
There were crows flying all around my head
And I sure caught and ate me some It's funny how I alienated
Those who I was trying just so
So hard to impress
Now half those f**ers hate me
And I'm just a fool to all the rest