Lambchop

Ooooooh ooooh ooooooh
What's the matter with the boy?
Ooooooh ooooh ooooooh
Did he really have to be so sure?
But you're not thinking
Ride around without a sound
Restless boy in a restless town
And you commence to drinking
A bottle up, a bottle down,
A bottle white, a bottle brown
Another day peels away
Ooooooh ooooh ooooooh oooh (what's the matter with the boy?)
Ooooooh ooooh ooooooh oooh (don't you want another try?)
Part of the process is sifting through piles of shit
Tell us you don't mind a bit from a different angle such
Power rarely deviates, in times of love, in times of hate
Another spring will come
Bridge:
Faithful friends all around you
You wonder why you feel so low
Look at me if you really want to see
The comedy and the clown
Ooooooh ooooh ooooooh oooh (what's the matter with the boy?)
Ooooooh ooooh ooooooh oooh (has he really given up for sure?)
Here's a new solution
Be square and kind to all your friends
Stop staring through the bitter lens
Ancient institution
This learning not to demonstrate
Your asinine and callous traits
It could take some practice, I know
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