Gargle - Fatso Jetson

Hit your brother’s lost his eyes

Taken out and polarize

Cosmic morons orbiting my head

Feeling dizzy, feeling dead

Looking to the TV set to pacify my thoughts and keep them down

Here’s to boredom and regret

Here’s to bouncing all the checks

I’ll hack away at the roof above my head

Don’t you worry, dry your eyes

I heard some good advice:

Burning bridges and taking out the trash

I don’t know what you’ve been told

It doesn’t pay to try

I don’t know what you’ve been told

Don’t let it go to your head

Talking nonsense, taking sides

Blame this on your foolish pride

Task (?) voyeur sleeping in his chains

He’ll have his chance he’ll fuck it up

A truck stop with no coffee cups

He’ll bring the table, I’ll forget the chairs

Tell you what this means to me

I’m riddled with uncertainty

I’m sure you hear it fumbling in the lines

Second guessing, jump the gun

Leave the clown shoes, take the fun

Put your dagger back into my side

I don’t know what you’ve been told

It doesn’t pay to try

I don’t know what you’ve been told

Don’t let it go to your head