You
know my three best friends were drummers,
yeah,
when I still had a face
Just like a pizza slice
I knew my zilchens from my paradiddles
Plugged straight into the stereo
Watched the damn thing blow
Your orgy, bubble bombs and rocket fuel
While the leaves gather in the corner of the pool
But now my words,
they're drowning in the amber again
It's like explaining cricket to Americans
Just trying to get the whole,
the whole damn thing all out
All
All
A weekend experimentation,
now you need light sedation.
Where did we all get the need for the daily medication?
Now my words,
they're drowning in the liquor again.
It's like explaining cricket to Americans.
Trying to get a hold of the whole damn thing.
Oh, I love this case.
We never had a clue.
Damn our cynicism and the truth.
But now my words,
they're drowning in the amber again.
It's like explaining cricket to Americans.
I'm just trying to get a hold of the whole thing,
really.
So is it the twilight of our youth?
Our raw jingle notes can show that we're
left in these shadows.
But we're about to be in the shadow.
About to be in the shadow.
About to be in the shadow.