He pours the wine into his coffee cup
His gin has dropped, it's time to pick it up
Too fed, he, he rose out of this bus and left
Tearin' slow, he's barkin' something crass
Each night, a thousand stairs go up both ways
So incur the bee, get through his sleeves
Elm's down at the coast, it's too late for Buster's ride
Slide down to his headphones, sleeps till sallow mind
Success, success, it's smile and saccharin
Glamor rust, he's poor and poncho's jam
Lives his life a painful and loving day
In the history of a great pregnancy
Scrap public library, checkin' out the trough
Starting to appear to gather his thoughts
Scrap public library, checkin' out the trough
He's talkin' to himself about him
He's gonna get upset, get upset
He can't sleep
He'll hibernate the cigarette and don't get upset
He's gonna get upset, get upset