Nashville Parent - Lambchop

But it just looks so cold there from the bottle 
Another part of another ritual 
Standing in the kitchen 
Arms are braced against the counter 
Swallowing like mercury down the drain 

And the neighbors have been drinking 
And they are raising quite a stink 
Pretty soon they will be fighting 
It can get pretty ugly 

The city makes a hooting sound tonight 
The owl on the roof has got it right 
If it's left up to him 
He'll take that stupid grin 
And decapitate a rodent or a mouse 

Take the b train or the shuttle 
At the exit have a smoke 
Try to spit onto the sidewalk 
Instead you wipe it off your chest 

I don't wanna freak but the tongue erodes 
Each time we start to speak 
On a timely mission 
Oh you look pretty swell in your new position 

Fiberglass funny face up on the wall 
It's funny when it's not funny at all 
And if it's up to him 
We will take the ways of sin 
And smash them like glass against the wall 

But it's nothing to pathetic 
Full of rhetoric and doubt 
Carry on like little creature 
In the fields of our love