Sunday's Best - Looks Like A Mess lyrics

Drank it up slowly As I looked at the only People in the room. "It's ok to admit that You have been laughed at," Said Mr. Deacon Blues. Then some broken fool laughed And hi-fived the bar back, "I'll have another round." Raised it up to the ceiling, said "This one with feeling. What's the matter with this town." If I look like a mess. I must be a mess. Kick snare and hi-hat, Crushed cigarette pack, 2 is coming soon. Kids on a wall plaque, "AYSO Champs, Summer 1992." "Good hands don't deserve this." "Maybe someday you'll learn kid that Silence is a sound." Raise it up to the ceiling, "Make this one with feeling." We'll drink until we drown… Turning on and off and on.