作曲 : Sunday's Best
Drank it up slowly 
As I looked at the only 
People in the room. “
It's ok to admit that 
You have been laughed at,” 
Said Mr. Deacon 
Blues. Then some broken fool laughed 
And hi-fived the bar back, “
I'll have another round.” 
Raised it up to the ceiling, said “
This one with feeling. 
What's the matter with this town.” 
If I look like a mess. 
I must be a mess. 
Kick snare and hi-hat, 
Crushed cigarette pack, 2 is coming soon. 
Kids on a wall plaque, “
AYSO Champs, 
Summer 1992.” “
Good hands don't deserve this.” “
Maybe someday you'll learn kid that 
Silence is a sound.” 
Raise it up to the ceiling, “
Make this one with feeling.” 
We'll drink until we drown… 
Turning on and off and on.