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Pub Crawl

from by Humpasaur Jones

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it’s not the bar, it’s the state of mind
this ain’t a drink, it’s a place to hide
just running tabs and wasting time, wasting time
such a warm, comfortable way to die

so sad to see these rookie moves...look at you, kid
off to pop her olive with your little crooked toothpick
yeah, I've played this game before, too, way before you
were dropping condoms on the floor of her skanky dorm room
but I don't mean to mock your day to day escapades
when any man in this place has made the same mistakes, anyways
I'll slug a couple shots in a drunken salute
cuz in all honesty, kids, I'm probably dumber than you...
...then again, I've never been shackled and cuffed
to a girlfriend that I had to get drunk to actually fuck (cork pop)
...then again, I've never been too frightened to piss
because the sight of my dick (duck call) reminded my life was at risk
sucks to be you, sad, dumb and funny but true
with nothing to do but go and blow some money on booze
every bar is the same but I'm still carving my name
pub crawling away with maybe one dollar remaining...

it’s not the bar, it’s the state of mind
this ain’t a drink, it’s a place to hide
just running tabs and wasting time, wasting time
such a warm, comfortable way to die

so you try to find a city big enough to drown in
it’s easy cuz it only takes a couple hundred thousand
the same pretty eyes, same cigarettes and shampoo
hall of fame to walk of shame, it’s all the same dance moves
working to survive, and searching for a tribe
the bonding over booze, all the flirting and the lies
that singles scene is vicious - coping with the hopelessness
that magic grown up moment when you know your life is over with
doesn’t mean you don’t deny it, cuz of course you do
numb from all the nothing that you know you’re looking forward to
decades of easy outs and closing time reacharounds
the drunken sum of all the company you keep around
I hate to be that hick with no manners
but you ain’t friends, you’re failures with matching low standards
and every bar is the same but whatever, don’t sweat it, dude
I might be talking shit but I am still sitting next you

credits

from Breakup Music, released September 2, 2013
lyrics & vocals by Humpasaur Jones
produced and mixed by Dr. Quandary

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