Bored with alcoholics

 

The ballroom is big

and you are the queen of the ball

you are wearing a dress

from your soon-to-be-large wardrobe

that burned down last year.

 

I am bored with alcoholics

I am looking for breathing holes

a new era of security in desires

oh, even my sleeves are running away

and unraveling into shadows

I am bored with alcoholics.

 

 

Blowing yourself up like a balloon

dresses you just as little

as rolling around in the puddle plow drunk.

 

I am bored with alcoholics

I am looking for breathing holes

a new era of security in desires

oh, even my sleeves are running away

and unraveling into shadows

I am bored with alcoholics.

 

 

In such a hymn they sit

and sound crystal clear

you must greet your way

yellow spirits come out of your nose

from the sucker leaves something opens

your conceited soles

weigh the wrong names

so joyfully all heels snap for breath.

 

I am bored with alcoholics

I am looking for breathing holes

a new era of security in desires

oh, even my sleeves are running away

and unraveling into shadows

I am bored with alcoholics.