I’m Guessing There’s A Pill For That

Sing songs won’t you sing along into the back room
A thought alone in this world is just like me to disagree
Ever wonder why the animals so narrowly escape manic depression
Put it on my tab
If I paint the sky at the right time
And set it for your eyes to gaze upon
Honey will you see the lights
Will you hold my hand tonight
Last call for alcohol in the loneliest of avenues with no one I know
There’s a medicine for that
There’s a medicine for that
Down to earth on a mattress at a cheap motel
Counting dollar bills and pretending I know her well
There’s a medicine for that
There’s a medicine for that
Sing back the tunes we play
Transistor radios and old board games
I look at the computer and might cry
The fire spreads through the dry grass nearby
We bust grooves like the crippled mausoleum keepers
Wheelchair running from the grim reaper
Printing centerfolds from the school computer
From the school computer