Calmly, like a razor
I got us on the door,
Or i got a tape of 'clerks'
Someone left the night before.
So i go over later,
You're sitting in that chair
Smoking on your cigarette
Fingering you hair
So i get drunk and stoned,
Every time you come around.
Twenty-nine and aimless
You bartend down on fourth
Your parents pay insurance
And the parson's audit course
Over-schooled and uninspired
A trust fund up your nose
All that wasted talent but, uh
Ain't that how it always goes?
So i get drunk and stoned,
Every time you come around.
Yeah, yeah yeah
So long alison foley
So long, bye-bye
(come up higher, take a step higher)
Sometimes you understand
The reasons how you went astray
But least of all the answer,
That it hurts to watch you waste away.
So i get drunk and stoned,
Every time you come around.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So long, alison foley
So long, bye-bye
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