Poison In The Punchbowl Lyrics

Poison in the punchbowl, glass in the hors d'oeuvres

Drunk behind the wheel again, school bus breaks and swerves

Children spilling pencils, neighbors spilling beans

Affidavits, insurance men, and housewives wearing jeans

No one got the license plate, they can't even agree

Whether the car they saw was red or black

I'm just glad it wasn't me

Hardly any injuries

Just bruised and shaken minds

Poison in the punchbowl, all the witnesses were blind

Poison in the punchbowl, Debra sips a glass

Giggles as she speaks with men who are staring at her ass

Slips into the restroom to powder up her nose

Covers up the bruises, she'll never quite disclose

Picks up another pickup artist who asked if she would pose

At the feet of an ancient poet and read limericks from his toes

Following him home through grim suburban lust

Poison in the punchbowl and he almost hit a bus

Poison in the punchbowl

Tuesday afternoon

The exhibit is a failure

The artist peaked too soon

The patrons hold their noses six feet above his work

Muttering trite phrases from the corners where they lurk

The artist shakes a hand or two, slips out the service door

And whispers to himself, I don't need this anymore

He used to love a woman; never thought that he'd survive her

Poison in the punchbowl, just a frustrated bus driver