Asylum

I retire for days Trying to meet the demands of my mind Getting older you clutch for some closure Like a child to a waistline Well in prison papa said he learned his lesson And I doubt I will ever learn mine I go poor when I need you no more I am done with your confines (yeah) (Oh) this is the life, right (Yeah babe) waiting on a word with the worst kind of appetite (Oh) this is the life, right (Yeah babe) waiting on a word it’s the worst it’s the worst Well the Systrum asylum was scarily silent For too damn long Brushing up on the premise of luck You’ve got none and you want more Well the teeth that’ll bite you Fires will fight you, you’re waging a war Sober up, don’t get down on your luck Don’t get desperate on a dancefloor (yeah) (Oh) this is the life, right (Yeah babe) waiting on a word with the worst kind of appetite (Oh) this is the life, right (Yeah babe) waiting on a word with the worst kind of appetite It’s not what I want, not what I want Man I’ve been here too long It’s not what I want I want to be hated from time to time If that’s what I want then I deserve the asylum Finally caved in, paid for the crime If you’re stuck in a basement Then you’re stuck in asylum (Oh) this is the life, right (Yeah babe) waiting on a word with the worst kind of appetite (Oh) this is the life, right (Yeah babe) waiting on a word it’s the worst it’s the worst