The beer bottle Orchestra plays a Soft tune
9 pm on a warm day in june
Soft woven clouds hide a blood Red sun
That sets behind a field that's The color of rum
Like the one in my hand that I've mixed with coke
It's the last glass of that cause The bottle broke
Lip threw the bottle but Cedric Was too slow
Now he's got a bruise but no Rum to show
And it's evenings like this Where it's windy but warm
And it's moments like this Where I'm a little newborn
Spending our days in our own Utopia
Hearing the harmonies from The Beer Bottle Orchestra
Ashtrays overflowing with Cheap cigarettes
Cause you know life is all about Making bets
No music playing because our Speaker broke
Cedrics in his lawn chair Smoking his dope
And though there's no music Playing we all feel content
In this moment, this second, to The fullest extent
And it's moments like this that You can never forget
When your life comes crashing Down over your head
The way that we're talking Stupid but wise
The fire is warm but there's Smoke in my eyes
Spending our days in our own Utopia
Hearing the harmonies from The Beer Bottle Orchestra
When the wind blows through The bottles
A full orchestra plays away all Your trouble
It's like Mr. Waits said and i Thought as I've grown
All that you've loved is all you Own