Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems to Bring You Down - Lambchop

Hobbled by the fact 
That there must be a problem 
Confident that there's a trace 
Of honor that we share 
Lets begin again 
And lets not try to answer 
With subtle irony 
Instead of common sense 

Take me to your room 
And lay me on the bed 

Looking a the stamps 
That slowly you’ve collected 
The impression that was made 
As you frequently do fly 
Dripping on the dock 
You shiver from the cold 
You're looking pretty good 
I' m feeling pretty old 

Is sudden mastery 
Of most of the decisions 
Convinced of steady growth 
In the hours that will come 

To take the best of me 
And throw it to the dogs 

You can call me bastard 
Or you can call me friend 
Just don't forget to call me 
Before the story ends 
Covered in a fabric 
That’s made of good intent 
Poking through the hole 
That been eaten by a moth 

(Pause) 

Lets pretend I'm guilty 
Of everything you've mentioned 
Reproductively unsound 
Reproductively inclined 
But can I change the system 
Of how I have been measured 
It's really unattractive 
How little I really know 

So shoot me from a cannon 
Or squash me like a bug 
Or sweep me like some dirt 
That lies under a rug 
Lets start up a petition 
To get me out of town 
Each time I bring you up 
It seem to bring you down