Prostitutes and Educators

The whiskey in your sweat transforms the bed Into an engine So you throw the pillow, launch onto your feet You pull the tattered remains Of a short string And loose blades wobble as you shake Sleep is not an option Throw on your father's coat Sleep is not an option Stumble to the nearest pub Choking down cheap bourbon Drown it in four dollar beer A blue light distorts the room In a cloud of strobing smoke The dance floor is a sea of faces Filled with names you can't quite place They're mothers and fathers now Steelworkers and middle managers Prostitutes and educators Pretending they're where they want to be But you could never make believe You You can't make believe The city you knew is a graveyard Everyone you knew is gone So you chase these shots alone with shaking hands Stumble home To make amends with an unmade bed When all you want is to remember Who you were before they asked Before the Wellbutrin and Topamax When you thought you could start again Sleep is not an option Tear out of your summer skin Make believe you can start over now The best and worst have yet to come The best and worst have yet to come The best and worst have yet to come The best and worst have The best and worst have yet to come The best and worst have yet to come