Lyrics

thirty’s just a rounded number
of the gentlemen now humbler
whose dreams were torn asunder since they met you
but if you keep crawling under
bridges you may wonder
where they all went
why you feel less and less new

now it’s showers in the morning
and drug sweeps with no warning
friends who once were warring now love you
and you got drunk last thursday
are you better but what’s worse they
now know why the proud are all so few

shall i beat you
you’d seem to prefer it
around your friends i’ll call you dreadful names
the water’s getting stagnant i suppose that i should stir it
while i put my fist through several window panes

april wasn’t pretty
despite trips to new york city
through mouthfuls of spit he finally spoke
i was killed while being witty
you rehearsed your what-a-pity
good thing truth’s the only thing
that makes you choke

you’ve embraced inclement weather
knocked me down with blood-soaked feather
we were eyeless once together
now you see
and he donates to your bruise fund
it makes sense that i should lose gunned
down while sampling mere civility

shall i beat you
you’d seem to prefer it
around your friends i’ll call you dreadful names
the water’s getting stagnant i suppose that i should stir it
while i put my fist through several window panes

the water’s getting stagnant why the hell don’t you go stir it
and i’ll put my fist through several window panes
yeah i’ll put my fist through several window panes
you like it when i bust through window panes


thirty’s just a rounded number
of the gentlemen now humbler
whose dreams were torn asunder since they met you
but if you keep crawling under
bridges you may wonder
where they all went
why you feel less and less new

now it’s showers in the morning
and drug sweeps with no warning
friends who once were warring now love you
and you got drunk last thursday
are you better but what’s worse they
now know why the proud are all so few

shall i beat you
you’d seem to prefer it
around your friends i’ll call you dreadful names
the water’s getting stagnant i suppose that i should stir it
while i put my fist through several window panes

april wasn’t pretty
despite trips to new york city
through mouthfuls of spit he finally spoke
i was killed while being witty
you rehearsed your what-a-pity
good thing truth’s the only thing
that makes you choke

you’ve embraced inclement weather
knocked me down with blood-soaked feather
we were eyeless once together
now you see
and he donates to your bruise fund
it makes sense that i should lose gunned
down while sampling mere civility

shall i beat you
you’d seem to prefer it
around your friends i’ll call you dreadful names
the water’s getting stagnant i suppose that i should stir it
while i put my fist through several window panes

the water’s getting stagnant why the hell don’t you go stir it
and i’ll put my fist through several window panes
yeah i’ll put my fist through several window panes
you like it when i bust through window panes

Written by Brendan Hines. ©2007 Not Going Further Productions (ASCAP). All rights reserved.