Blame The Clock

Alright

Mix in a water love you're pissed

Aimed for the chair but only I knew that you missed

But you'll play it off like you meant for the floor

Well oh what a sore sight for sore eyes

Tell the boys all goodnight tonight

Well they are not half as observant

But they'll be your horny servants

As long as the beer's on tap

That's a wrap goes the host

But we'll ignore it and toast to our health

That we diminish by the minute

Take your Heineken and spin it at me

Please, no

We pack in for the night

Because you said you're frightened of leaving

And always perceiving the intentions

Incorrectly of this self made erotic nightlife

Well the bathroom's giving bumps

The bedroom thrusts and humps

And I'm outside smoking a tab

And every drag blows at you

But you don't care cause who

Wants to live to see themselves crust?

No not us

Could you open your eyes?

I'm not really that tired

And I'm caught wandering when I've had the spins so please

Could you open your thighs?

It helps me from wondering why I stopped

Caring about me

Well honey

Alright

The identity of that entity that fell into

Me that night had visions of horoscopes and superstitions

So I fled

Cause I'm too far gone and in need of a bed

Well last round for your mates

Not enough on her plate thinking of maybe leaving

Give the excuse it's late just so I

Could ask you what you're doing for the night

Could you open your eyes?

Well I'm not really that tired, no

And I'm caught wandering when I've had the spins so please

Could you open your thighs?

It helps me from wondering why I stopped

Caring about me

Well honey