Kris Crummett - Hot Water On Wool (Reprise) lyrics

Let's take some time to reflect and restart We tip over three-wheeled shopping carts A crippled man with his mangled hands Looks at the blonde with her hideous, orange, fake tan Decide, decide, decide Who thinks that I, that I am out of line For being sober finding four leaf clovers Lawn mowers and truck towers So lucky all of the time Decide, decide, decide I've got a mind, and it's weighing me down 28 pounds, and lucky for me, so lucky for me I'll never see that b**h again So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn Nobody's home, nobody's home Well, I've lied With a fantastic picture, I... Well, I've lied We're going in new directions Well, I've lied With a fantastic picture, I... Well, I've lied From sleeping away the century Well, let's start from the beginning right now I'd do that if you weren't so impatient (We're going in new directions) Well I'll stop you and give me the time of day It's so sad, I've got no more lines to read (From sleeping away the century)