Graveyard, take four
I went out to see the sights
And I stood upon a mountain wondering how I got so high
Now I see signs
That happy hour's over now I'm sober get a fucking life
And get outside
I got a whole lot more than debt
I got a pack of cigarettes and some rye
So when I die
I can say I've been to Yankton and boy, was it a feast for the eyes
I found work to build a life
Pouring pints of entertainment
Till they pass out on the pavement outside
Tell me what's that like
Getting consumed by your rage in an invisible cage in your mind
That's so much time
That we spent collecting rent
To give it all to government but that's life
So I just smile
When you've got nothing to lose boy, that's a feast for the eyes
I'm trying not to fall asleep in this graveyard
In case I close my eyes and never wake up
And if I spend another night here in this same bar
I'll never find my way to the door
You fucked up the other night
Getting high on aspirations, misplaced some inspiration to fight
And I despise
That talk is cheap on Princess street and
I don't care to hear you speak twice
So my advice
Is to shut your mouth and sit, this town's too small for talking shit
It won't fly
I guess that's why
You've never been to Yankton and boy, you missed a feast for the eyes
I'm trying not to fall asleep in this graveyard
In case I close my eyes and never wake up
And if I spend another night here in this same bar
I'll never find my way to the door
If I can't peel myself off of the floor
Guess I'll shut my eyes in this graveyard