Lonely Jones - Post Animal

Lonely Jones

He never leaves his home

Because the moment he opens the door he loses the breath that he had right

before

That’s why he’s a Lonely Jones

Motorbike

It don’t take him where he’d like

Because the moment that he turns the key he gets afraid of the sights he might

see

Too bad for that motorbike

Walks past the mailbox to the end of the street

Maybe this isn’t so bad

Makes his way up to the girl of his dreams

Wakes up feeling so sad

Too bad

But his goulashes look worse in the light

But he moves on instead in the dark of the night

And in spite of the words spinning round in his head

You’re better off living

Don’t act like you’re dead

No, don’t be such a Lonely Jones