BlackHeartBook
03/26/10, 01:15 PM
Mediocre plays in poker
Can't seem to focus on the game
The whiskey is gettin' to me
And I haven't seen the pisser since I came
Wish I'd have thought this one through
But then again I never do
It's a regular question I ask myself
And fuck how I wish I knew
Chorus: The answer to this question is scratching at me
Like a cat at the door
Or a dead mouse on the floor
I never picked it up
Not even when I found one in my favorite beerpong cup
I was sprawled out on the ground
And I figured she was bound
To find me wasted alive
Taking not a final bow, but a final dive
Head first into a pool of
Alcohol and methanol
Light me up and watch me burn
Now, brother come jump in it's your turn
Chorus: The answer to this question is itchin at me
Like a mosquito bite
I scratch at it day and night
But the pain doesn't ever stop
Thinkin' of beating myself to death with this mop
I just might
Can't escape the truth
It's everywhere I look
Sittin' next to me in the phone booth
As I call 911
Saying there's gonna be a murder
At the corner of Elm street
On the deadliest of days
On the 3rd
I'll pull the trigger on this booze
Blow away my fraternity brother blues
I'll push the button on my alarm marked snooze
Put an end to these fraternity brother blues
Oh these fraternity brother blues
Are gonna be posted on your twelve o' clock news
(Fade out).
Can't seem to focus on the game
The whiskey is gettin' to me
And I haven't seen the pisser since I came
Wish I'd have thought this one through
But then again I never do
It's a regular question I ask myself
And fuck how I wish I knew
Chorus: The answer to this question is scratching at me
Like a cat at the door
Or a dead mouse on the floor
I never picked it up
Not even when I found one in my favorite beerpong cup
I was sprawled out on the ground
And I figured she was bound
To find me wasted alive
Taking not a final bow, but a final dive
Head first into a pool of
Alcohol and methanol
Light me up and watch me burn
Now, brother come jump in it's your turn
Chorus: The answer to this question is itchin at me
Like a mosquito bite
I scratch at it day and night
But the pain doesn't ever stop
Thinkin' of beating myself to death with this mop
I just might
Can't escape the truth
It's everywhere I look
Sittin' next to me in the phone booth
As I call 911
Saying there's gonna be a murder
At the corner of Elm street
On the deadliest of days
On the 3rd
I'll pull the trigger on this booze
Blow away my fraternity brother blues
I'll push the button on my alarm marked snooze
Put an end to these fraternity brother blues
Oh these fraternity brother blues
Are gonna be posted on your twelve o' clock news
(Fade out).