The Alcohol Talking - Short Round

I’ve said enough til my tongue’s gone numb

Worn these words out, dramatically overdone

These loose lips sunk

My rescue ship to shore

This face wreaks disaster

With a state of emergency ignored

I’ve read these lines over a thousand times

Waiting for a new script or for this character to die

This scene should have ended

And I should have found a crime to fit this punishment

And lay it out carefully designed

But it’s still a bad word to me

I wanna block it out

Scratch out the meaning from this dictionary

Unhappy with the answers

And my heart is beating faster than the drums on the songs from your punk rock

days

It’s just still a bad word to me

I wanna block it out

Scratch out the meaning from this dictionary

Unhappy with the answers

And my heart is beating faster than the drums on the songs from your punk rock

days

Would it have worked so well?

Maybe these notes are doing a better job telling you than these words I’m

trying to sell

So plug me into the speakers and turn it all the way up

Turn it all the way up, turn it all the way up

Turn it all the way up

Turn it all the way up

Turn it all the way up