Worse For Wear

Fixate on the flaws, under-promise, over-perform Third eye gouged and broken, enlightened in a chokehold Medicate to waste the blues, three hits, five pints to poison The gremlins lurking in my bones I'm surrounded, loved but so alone Time to oil up the tin man, that's no euphemism No dancing to the rhythm tonight Peer perplexed into my bloodshot eyes Fingers running through my gray hair It hurts, don't make me laugh I'm worse for wear Swelling cut me down to size I do yoga in a chair My joints feel like trash, I'm worse for wear Walk a mile in my shoes, no balance Take a tumble Yearn to be pain free, While I crumble, dull my nerves to kill the blues Bong rips and cocktails poison The devil in my joints, what's my purpose What's my point Time to oil up the tin man, that's no euphemism No dancing to the rhythm tonight Peer perplexed into my bloodshot eyes Fingers running through my gray hair It hurts, don't make me laugh I'm worse for wear Swelling cut me down to size I do yoga in a chair My joints feel like trash, I'm worse for wear How's it hanging I'm feeling finite Temporary, but I'm not worried Ain't in no hurry, I'll ride the wave Can't find the last f*ck I gave Peer perplexed into my bloodshot eyes Fingers running through my gray hair It hurts, don't make me laugh I'm worse for wear Swelling cut me down to size I do yoga in a chair My joints feel like trash I'm worse for wear