Mean Mr. Mustard says
He's bored with life in the dead stream
Can't afford french corner high
Says it gets old real quick
And he pails up next to me
And scrawled on the pavement
It says, son, time is all the luck you need
But if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied
And I won't betray the things that I hide
There's not enough years underneath this build
For me to admit the way that I felt
Mean Mr. Mustard says
Don't be the wave that crashes
From a sea of discontent
He says he's wrestled with that blanket
It leaves you cold and wet
Any way you stretch it
Divine apathy disease of my youth
And watch that you don't catch it
But if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied
And I won't betray the things that I hide
There's not enough years underneath this build
For me to admit the way that I felt
I'm the wave that crashes from a sea that turns it self
I'm inside out every chance I get to see what it's like in hell
But if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied
And I won't betray the things that I hide
There's not enough years underneath this build
For me to admit the way that I felt
But if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied
And I won't betray the things that I hide
There's not enough years underneath this build
For me to admit the way that I felt
There's not enough years underneath this build
For me to admit the way that I felt
