Fine Company

I'm in fine company
Someone you might know
Who needed just a bit of warmth to be shown
To his confused and battered, lost little soul
That went so far to find fuck all to behold

And my eyes just roll on by
My eyes just roll on by
My eyes just roll on by
When it's time to roll

Can't see his glass got juice in it
He's a little bit slow
Still he prides himself on knowing what he knows
I watch him click his fingers
I watch him yell
Hear him saying the things he keeps to himself

And my eyes just roll on by
My eyes just roll on by
My eyes just roll on by
When it's time to roll



Credits
Writer(s): David Alexander Burn, Frederick John Henderson Abbott, Robert Dean Heath, Graham Knight
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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