Sunday's Best — Looks Like A Mess lyrics

Lyrics

Drank it up slowly
As I looked at the only
People in the room.
«It's ok to admit that
You have been laughed at,�?
Said Mr. Deacon Blues.
Then some broken fool laughed
And hi-fived the bar back,
«I'll have another round.�?
Raised it up to the ceiling, said
«This one with feeling.
What’s the matter with this town.�?
If I look like a mess. I must be a mess.
Kick snare and hi-hat,
Crushed cigarette pack,
2 is coming soon.
Kids on a wall plaque,
«AYSO Champs, Summer 1992.�?
«Good hands don’t deserve this.�?
«Maybe someday you’ll learn kid that
Silence is a sound.�?
Raise it up to the ceiling,
«Make this one with feeling.�?
We’ll drink until we drown…
Turning on and off and on.