WORDS

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EVERYBODY

There’s a bucket on the carpet for his leaking roof.

As he sinks down to the bottom of a cocktail built for two.

And the red behind his grey eyes is like blood poured in a stream.

Something’s gotta break soon. The monkey’s gotta scream.

 

I hate everybody. I hate everyone.

I hate everybody. I hate everyone.

 

He’s appearing nightly where his lights are blue and low.

And he’ll always be unhappy. And he wants us all to know.

Every word is whispered with a hiss across his tongue.

Every dog needs kicking. All cats should be hung.

 

I hate everybody. I hate everyone.

I hate everybody. I hate everyone.

 

How are you gonna soothe your savage beast?

Are you gonna keep it inside-side-side.

You just lost the best friend you ever had.

And there’s no place to run and hide.

 

There’s a bucket on the carpet for his leaking roof.

As he sinks down to the bottom of a cocktail built for two.

Jim Walker - Acoustic Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Percussion, Drum Programming, Vocals