Caught in a queue and the bus is on time
I fall into song
At least if I'm drinking I'll never quite know
Just how late I am
Call in the cops and security guards
They're all out of line
Straighten with answers and vote on your knees
It's a sign of the times
And I don't want to know
What state I'm in
You can sing to a full moon
And it might sing right back at you
Our leaders are cowboys with money to burn
On shields in the sky
So blast me right up and bounce me right down
I'm yours for the night
And all these lies
Are a see-through in disguise