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