Stupid Libations Songtext
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Stupid Libations
You call yourself an adult
I'm in the trenches
Between the patrons and the booze
I'm paid to listen to you
But I just look where you talk
Can't hear a word, can't hear a word that you say
Because if I listen to you I've got to carry that weight
It's not the same for pay
You call yourself an adult
I'm in the trenches
Between the patrons and the booze
I'm paid to listen to you
But I just look where you talk
Can't hear a word, can't hear a word that you say
Because if I listen to you I've got to carry that weight
It's not the same for pay
I think it might be you
So tired of people
people who aren't me
And easy women
who settle for these louse
Yeah
That drink can stand us down
Gone to the nearest one's vein
And make out
you were a good man, you were a good man once
Now your a bitter rule of how not to wind up
Not that I can't relate
Think it's because I can
So tired of people
people who aren't me
And easy women
who settle for these louse
Yeah
That drink can stand us down
Gone to the nearest one's vein
And make out
you were a good man, you were a good man once
Now your a bitter rule of how not to wind up
Not that I can't relate
Think it's because I can
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