It dowesnt pay to trrrrryyyy
 

all the smart boys know whyyyy
it doesn't mean I didn't trrryyyy
I just never know why
feel so cold and aloneeee
cause baby you're not home
and when iiii'm homeee
big deal, i'm still alone

feel so restless, ii aaam,
beat my head against a pole
try to knock some sense
down into my bones
and even though they don't showw
the scars aren't so ooooold

I'm listening to the Drones. Give 'em a listen sometime, Crypto.

I lived in the country where the dead wood aches
In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes
Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden of day
I went down to the seaside and it was light and easy
But it was salt in my wounds man I won't ever be free
Though alone on a beach getting drunk ain't a bad way to be