Go ahead call me bastard It goes away Somewhere it started to matter Up in my head That thing in the back room growing It's almost there So bring me a check and I'll sign it It's so late
Just try to make it (it's so easy to say)
Everyday for a few years Just to escape Down in a hole for 3 days And I gotta scrape How can I try to control it... So pure and faint? So bottle it up and protect it A craft to elate