Homesick
Homesick and hungry and insulted
There's nothing for me, and the night's thick
There's nothing for me in this town
It's just a bad fit
Like wearing fives when you're a size six
Oh, I'll just cram my foot inside it
And go and dig myself a hole
Oh, I'm not sure what I'm waiting for
And I'm not sure that I care
You're like a spider, black on red
And I'd rather be dead than caught in your web
God, help me
I'm trying to sleep tonight
Will you just be quiet?
I can't fix this
Oh, love needs glue but you bring Pritt Stick
And there's no carrot, just a big stick
You say we're going for a ride
I can't risk it
I'm rolling fives with all your sixes
Oh, you say stick, but I just twist it
I guess I'll spend the day inside
Oh, I'm not sure what I'm waiting for
And I'm not sure that I care
You're like a spider, black on red
And I'd rather be dead than caught in your web
God, help me
I'm trying to sleep tonight
Will you just be quiet?
It was a long hot summer
It was a long hot summer
And all the clouds rolled over my head
And all the clouds rolled over, the clouds rolled over
It was a long hot summer
It was a long hot summer
And then clouds rolled over my head
I guess I'm going under
Guess I'm going under
