Handfuls Lyrics

You go to that place too much

But never get quite drunk enough

To pull yourself out of yourself

Start by being cynical

You'll wind up an asshole

All alone texting at the table

Tact's never gotten me far

Only so many bed's in the hospital

Start on those people over there

They're as bored and ugly as you are

Try to have a good time

Forget what's on your mind

Sing and dance for a while

Although it's so painful

Recipes for falling down

Are in short supply

I've got handfuls

You've got to be rude politeness won't do

Tomorrow we die fast or slow we can't rely

On miracles of science to prolong this boredom

Don't hide your pleasures where you can't find them

Night fever's coming on your brain's useless in the dark

Hold something now tight enough to make sparks

Meteors are streaking volcanoes are exploding

You'll be preserved in stone picking your nose

No matter how desperate you are there's someone lower level

Who admires your clothes

There's a saying at the cemetery days above ground are good days

Soon we'll be going so say what you're gotta say