Looks Like A Mess

Drank it up slowly
 As I looked at the only
 People in the room.
 It's ok to admit that
 You have been laughed at,?
 Said Mr. Deacon Blues.
 Then some broken fool laughed
 And hi-fived the bar back,
 I'll have another round.?
 Raised it up to the ceiling, said
 This one with feeling.
 What's the matter with this town.?
 If I look like a mess. I must be a mess.
 Kick snare and hi-hat,
 Crushed cigarette pack,
 2 is coming soon.
 Kids on a wall plaque,
 AYSO Champs, Summer 1992.?
 Good hands don't deserve this.?
 Maybe someday you'll learn kid that
 Silence is a sound.?
 Raise it up to the ceiling,
 Make this one with feeling.?
 We'll drink until we drown
 Turning on and off and on.