playing the piano, drunk Lyrics

The bees, shoulda said please when they asked me

Not to take the Queen's knees

Boil, all the beauty away and see if it'll come, back on Thursday

He's a part time daredevil on the weekend

It looks for damn sure that he's fallen off the deep end

She can feel the cold night air grip, the back of her throat

She looked great when she showed up, but she left looking like a ghost

She has the gall to stand on the back of her chair, and boast

She fell off the diving board, now she's headed coast to coast

Your painting portraits, of war hogs with Andy Warhol

There's a Bush on fire, he's got his pants caught, oh he's a liar

In the title bout for the world, heavyweight championship

The president, has fallen asleep at ringside

And the tooth, of the defendant was

Last seen on a rocket ship headed for Mars

Between the pale blue sky, and where all good things go to die

A victim of the piss poor planning, that's the headline for the Central Park Stoning

If you put your ear the ground, listen closely you, can hear the devil moaning

Maybe I'll start a show on broadway, calling out Miss Useless Kellyanne Conway

Or maybe, I'll just talk about Kanye

Fresh corpses are backed in the back of limousine

It's a shame that their faces never met the guillotine

A confession for this crime, doused in kerosene

He spends his hard earned time, wrapped around her feet

I'll have little anthills in my body, just you wait and see

Maybe then, the director will call cut on this ugly scene