He pours the wine into his coffee cup
His gin has dropped
It´s time to pick it up
Too fed, he rose out of his 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
Elms down at the coast it´s too late for Buster´s ride
Slide down to his headphones
Sleeps till sallow mind

Success, success, its smile and saccharin
Glamour rust he´s poor and poncho´s jam
Lives his live 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