TV an anchor spitting news who's stealing stuff to use for every new excuse there's a paper boy in the suburbs taking quarters a kid with best laid plans lately i'm giving what i'll lose the tired sick abuse who fucked the chance to choose for the hustler on the corner taking orders he had the best laid plans maybe you don't have much to prove the temporary clues that your daughter's bending rules she's a prostitute in the city taking fifties in spite of best laid plans
Track Name: Stay Home
biting a fat bottom lip covered in semen like street kids serving a well deserved bid too tired at midnight wandering all over town too skinny and sick for this comedown i promise if you let me out i'll never do this again now you're on top of the sun placing your chips on this come up all of your colors still run you're lucky he's not around well baby grew into a kid chomping down hard at your old bit every time you say you'll quit he's lucky you're not around
Track Name: Don't Come Home
now seeing double starts making sense still starting trouble crying defense i wanna love you leaving behind something above you screaming rewind but it goes away i'll sit around and watch she had to sink this whiskey on ice began to think this only comes twice but it goes away i'll sit around and watch don't come home
Track Name: Silent Movie
choo choo come late now spinning someone's rug waiting to be forgotten waiting to be unstuck act like you're cross speak like you're not no use for parties cause i can't get drunk you were the silent movie who slipped out before the flood follow me down 4/5/6 uptown if i'm not around why are you crying out?