King Of The Lobby

King of the lobby
Pissing in his chair
Stuck in his hobbies
With gray under gold hair

He postures in the lobby
He'll wink and then just stare
I hear him when he calls me
If I turn, then I'll grow old there

My girl, my girl melted down
Melted her gold incisors for me
Still totes around her dropkick Corgi
After he died, he died

I hear some idiot, he's singing of the flowers
That he never sent around to her
I hear my voice in other rooms and I keep praying
While I'm waiting to let it subside, ah
No, I'll be fine, you're right, you're right

Ballroom in the parking garage
Communion in the bathroom stall
A singer with a voice like screws
In my temples

Make up, break up, you're wrong this time
You got a long way back to useless
Right down the hall from lobby music
Cheers to the bride, the groom and bride

I hear some idiot, he's singing of the flowers
That he never sent around to her
I hear my voice in other rooms and I keep praying
While I'm waiting to let it subside this time

"You've got nothing to give"
"You've got nothing to give"
He says, "You've got nothing to give"
He says, "You've got nothing to give"