THE SMITH STREET BAND LYRICS

"Get High, See Mice"

I was gonna lie and steal, my way to the stars,
I was gonna do it from the front seat of your unregistered car,
I was gonna pull my blindfold over everyone,
I was gonna find a way of making you fall for me, when I was done.

But I'm not that young and I'm not that dumb anymore,
No I'm not that young and I'm not that dumb anymore.

Always, holding hands under the table,
With a keen eye for whoever's more available,
Dotted your signatures with love hearts on every little note,
Left the first name blank in case someone caught your eye, while you wrote.
And it's taken me this long to think with anything, but your hips.
And I always hated the taste of your pushy, drunken, alcoholic, ashtray lips

But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running
And I'm knocking down my door in advance,
Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming

Oh you pity me on the corner of, Johnson and Brunswick,
Singing my heart out for loose change with, my acoustic,
Spending rainy days indoors trying to turn other people's protest songs,
Into beautiful music.

And I'm haunted by the ghosts of my more famous friends,
I spend every season complaining, waiting for the season to end.
I like to think that I'm encompassing but I'm always getting comfortable,
You never gave me twenty minutes just to catch my breath.
You were kissing me, or fucking someone else.

But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running
And I'm knocking down my door in advance,
Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming

And I'm not coming back, to the bars we used to drink at,
Or the drinks we used to sleep,
Or the people we used to drink with,
Became the people that we used, and
Ever since you said you saw a mouse in my house,
Every single time I get high I see mice
And the people that we used to drink with,
Became the people that we used

But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running.

What's that, and I think I hear the wolves coming
But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running
And I think I hear the wolves coming,
I'm knocking down my door in advance,
Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming

Thanks to coathanger for correcting these lyrics

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