Square Words - Round Hole

Kick off your shoes, stretch your feet
Set yourself up, we've got the time
Let your skin flex on the cold concrete
Eat your heart out, try the wine
I'll meet you half way, centre of attention
Make a scene and make it wild
There's no bars in this house of detention
Only tear jerked petrol lit child

Congregation at your leisure
Small town exit ninety-one
Drink and roll around, have a seizure
Careful when you drop, don't bite your tongue

Get yourself treated for your bitchin'
A doctor knows best but I don't see one
Poise or poison, what's in your kitchen
A bun in the oven, clutching a gun

All these words regurgitated
Chewed up fast and swallowed down,
Spilled on the concrete we're not elated.
Pick her back up in your dinner gown

These dog days bark and claw
Feet planted at my door
Fight! Scream! Call me a whore!
Give me all you got and more
Got a dirty mind for sure
Abstract thoughts make Johnny a bore
I've got a deal at the liquor store and for got what this is for

She downed her pills
Medicated head to her toes
Said it made her live for the thrills
But you know how that story goes
Get lost on your own little island
Burn it all down when you light the fire
Die of thirst, chewing on a tin can
Write the book on ""How to Inspire""

Call me out from the distance
Over here I'm throwing down
Don't have time to form a resistance
I've got shoes to kick around

These dog days bark and claw
Feet planted at my door
Fight! Scream! Call me a whore!
Give me all you got and more
Got a dirty mind for sure
Abstract thoughts make Johnny a bore
I've got a deal at the liquor store and for got what this is for

I love these jaded strangers
Kicking down doors by getting high
Kill the infant, steal its manger
Make your own beds and sleep till we die
Where these roads go nobody knows
I'm on the roundabout trying to leave
Pull on the chord to make it go
I've got faith but I don't believe

These square words in a round hole
Pull them out and try again
Keep at it baby you're on a roll
Spit some thunder, lose some friends

These dog days bark and claw
Feet planted at my door
Fight! Scream! Call me a whore!
Give me all you got and more
Got a dirty mind for sure
Abstract thoughts make Johnny a bore
I've got a deal at the liquor store and for got what this is for