I guess I'll just get hung again tonight It's the best way that I know to turn off the lights I'll get reacquainted with the floor It's like a joke you've heard before Except that you was laughing the other night The lights are coming on over the Williamsburg The trains sure take it slow over that Factory girls are in the street But I just want something to eat And I don't think that they could scratch that itch I don't know why I try, another day, another lie It's just like sticking needles in your eye You get that sinking feeling when you're sunk You pack your worries up inside a metal trunk I guess I just need some time to think I swear that I'd give up the drink If I could find a better way to get drunk I don't know why I try, another day, another lie It's just like sticking needles in your eye