Dick Jones

You're sidetracked with nothing to show

You're friends with people that you don't even know

You're stuck in places that you would never go

If you could choose

You're on a level that you've never sunk to

You're in a middle that there's no getting through

You're over and you'll be thirty-two

You were born to lose

It's chemical

Logical

Left foot, right foot

You got it

Walk away and fast

Turn around and leave them behind

You're on your fifth drink with no buzz in sight

And that asshole hasn't shut up all night

You wanna tell yourself that you'll be alright

But who would you fool?