Psaliad

Listen close, I'll tell ya son
There's not a note rehearsed in this world, no
Ya try to fund a telethon, ya try to run a marathon
But you'll fall, yes you will

But will ya prepare for the night, or will it find you
Will you prove your worth
Or did ya forget 'bout the lights that ya left on
Well now ya gotta run back home

Ya flip the switch, find your niche
And prove you're not useless
Those damn lights were always on
Well people suck, and life's a downer
But I'm sure you'll find a way
To get all those fuckin' bills paid

I know my blood, I did ya wrong
I shoulda told ya this earlier
Ya lived a life so free and strong
Til ya came to your earlier's and found out there's a lot more to come

Will you divvy out the cut, or will you take it all and run
Or was there even enough
Our band's a bitter balding bust
And we knew it from the time that they paid us in change, filling solo cups

Ya close the lid, ya flush the shit
Ya never wanted any of this
Figures that the tank would back up
Ya find a place to sit and deal with it all night long
And now the water's on the floor