Mustache Man (Wasted)

Launching loony thoughts into the bending of your mind
 You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find
 He's a king dust demon with an icepick smile
 His music fills your feathers as you feel your passions fly
 With the mustache man on the carpet of his van
 You can feel your fatty tissues giving way to sweaty hands
 And the woofers keep distorting and the tweeters kiss the girls
 His horn-rimmed glasses look so square beneath his curls
 I have wasted so much time
 I have wasted so much time
 He is like a politician who is practicing a speech
 He is racing, he is pacing, he is sleeping on his beach
 As the sky begins to darken and the waves begin to roll
 You can feel the oceans rising as you're losing all control
 And meanwhile back at the Candlerock Lounge
 It is past 11: 30 and your friends are getting down
 They're applying purple eyeshadow, drinking warm beer
 They're wondering where you went to when you told them you'd be here
 I have wasted so much time
 I have wasted so much time
 I have wasted so much time
 I have wasted so much, so much time
 I have wasted so much time
 So much, so much time