Nashville Parent

But it just looks plain cold from the bottle Another part of the ritual standing in the kitchen Arms are braced against the counter swallowing like mercury down the drain And the neighbors have been drinking And they are raising quite a stink Pretty soon they will be fighting it can get pretty ugly The city makes a hooting sound tonight The owl on the roof has got it right if it's left up to him He'll take that stupid grin decapitate a rodent or a mouse Take the be train or the shuttle at the exit Have a smoke try to spit onto the sidewalk Instead you wipe it off your chest I don't want to freak but the tongue erodes Each time we start to speak on a timely mission You look pretty swell in your new position Fiberglass funny face up on the wall It's funny when it isn't funny at all and if it's up to him we Will take the ways of sin and smash them like glass against the wall But it's not to pathetic with your teeth full of rhetoric And doubt carry on like little creature in The fields of our love