Letra da Música: Looks Like a Mess - Sunday's Best

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 drownÂ…

Turning on and off and on.