Graveyard (Live at the Bathouse)

Graveyard, take four I went out to see the sights And I stood upon a mountain wondering how I got so high Now I see signs That happy hour's over now I'm sober get a fucking life And get outside I got a whole lot more than debt I got a pack of cigarettes and some rye So when I die I can say I've been to Yankton and boy, was it a feast for the eyes I found work to build a life Pouring pints of entertainment Till they pass out on the pavement outside Tell me what's that like Getting consumed by your rage in an invisible cage in your mind That's so much time That we spent collecting rent To give it all to government but that's life So I just smile When you've got nothing to lose boy, that's a feast for the eyes I'm trying not to fall asleep in this graveyard In case I close my eyes and never wake up And if I spend another night here in this same bar I'll never find my way to the door You fucked up the other night Getting high on aspirations, misplaced some inspiration to fight And I despise That talk is cheap on Princess street and I don't care to hear you speak twice So my advice Is to shut your mouth and sit, this town's too small for talking shit It won't fly I guess that's why You've never been to Yankton and boy, you missed a feast for the eyes I'm trying not to fall asleep in this graveyard In case I close my eyes and never wake up And if I spend another night here in this same bar I'll never find my way to the door If I can't peel myself off of the floor Guess I'll shut my eyes in this graveyard