Where do I begin? A plague upon this city A pox upon my friends I spend whole days in the dark And whole nights begging this guitar to sing I wouldn't know What kind of trouble I've been missing If I were alive at any other time Where, oh where does this story end? If it's all the same to you I'll just skip ahead - I'm fat and I'm drunk and you love me The kids are a little weird but they're happy And I never made good on the money I said I'd make And the floorboards still squeak as if in pain Those rusty pipes do nothing but complain Awake again Disinterested A pox upon these listless limbs Are we having fun yet?