Grumpus

Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?) Oooooh (did he really have to be so sure?) But you're not thinking Ride around without a sound Restless boy in a restless town And you commence to drinking A bottle up, a bottle down A bottle white, a bottle brown Another day peels away Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?) Oooooh (do you really want another try?) Part of the process Is sifting through the piles of shit That tell us you don't mind a bit From a different angle Such power rarely deviates In times of love, in times of hate Another spring will come Faithful friends all around you Wonder why you feel so low Look at me, if you really want to see The comedy and the clown Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?) Oooooh (has he really given up for sure?) Here's a new solution: Be square and kind to all your friends Stop staring through the bitter lens Ancient institution This learning not to demonstrate Your asinine and callous traits It could take some practice, I know It could take some practice, I know