Happy Hours

Slabs of grey meat shuffle on in Hand their crumpled papers to me And they stink of so much regret Well I hope you've not tasted it yet I'm getting tired again A comfortable prison The inmates within I'm getting thirsty, well, Happy hours will drown me again (Drown me again) When your picture was still on the wall It left a mark for when it's not there no more You went away but your presence is still There in the spaces that you don't fill I'm getting tired again A comfortable prison The inmates within I'm getting thirsty, well, Happy hours will drown me again (Drown me again) Drown me again (Drown me again) Drown me again Drown me again (Drown me again) Here we hang like question marks Meet your new love let it start With the promise of a broken heart Meet your next ex-wife And buy her a cheap drink Happy hours will drown me again (Drown me again) Drown me again (Drown me again) Drown me again Drown me again Again