Captain Bringdown + the Buzzkillers - Getting Home

I think I need a break sometimes
I'm feeling half awake sometimes
Every time I wrack my mind
It all just fades away
My friend, Mr. Turpentine
See, he's been gone a long, long time
The second that I'm feeling fine
He pokes out his ugly face
And beckons me to take a sip
I'd rather re-digest my shit
Permanent stain on my lips
But brown's not my colour
Neither is black, blue, or red
I'd rather be upset than dead
With a blank filled .45

I hate to walk away
But it's getting late and I can't stay
Tomorrow is the day the world will change
I hate leaving you alone
But I really must be getting home
With all this snow it's hard to see the way

I've made good friends with this guitar
Not saying that we're going far
We just might make it to the bar
In time for the last call
Singing songs poured from the juke
And drink enough until we puke
All over all these fancy suits
We're here to have a ball
And if, by chance, you want to fight
We'll pump our legs with all our might
Run toward that lit porch light
Lock the fucking door
There sits Mr. Turpentine
He's dressing up like bottled wine
I tell him that I'm feeling fine
And smash him on the floor

I hate to walk away
But it's getting late and I can't stay
Tomorrow is the day the world will change
I hate leaving you alone
But I really must be getting home
With all this snow it's hard to see the way

Written by:
Kyle Lemon

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