Swingin' Utters - Heavy Head lyrics

The fortune teller drops his books And searches for some better hook To try on someone not as wise as you A renegade in cheap cologne With a mishap's dreams, and love old And gone, the smell of whiskey on his hands Destroy your confidence A last ditch effort at happiness Relaxed at the thought of this, Of what may happen next The best to come, The worst road to run You get up with a heavy head Too much drink, a waste of sleep Penniless enough to bring you down to this She caught you on a wary night, Was rewarded with a burst of smile, Now you've got the guilt of the last ones Who end up in last She's not the girl, she ain't the one Who you spend all nights dreaming of, But does it matter, Is what you want a test? Of the heat of the sun, Of the worst road to run You take what you want And I give what I've got Then you turn it around You play all the games The hash marks are carved Where they're sure to be found I'm not eager, man I'm not begging for the beast To come on out