Lyrics: Lambchop. Grumpass.

Ooh
(What's the matter with the boy?)
Ooh
(Did he really have to be so sure?)

But you're not thinking, ride around without a sound
Restless boy in restless town and you commence to
Drinking a bottle up, a bottle down, a bottle white
A bottle brown another day peels away

Ooh
(What's the matter with the boy?)
Ooh
(Don't you want another try?)

Part of the process is sifting through the piles of shit
Tell us, you don't mind a bit from a different angle such
Power rarely deviates in times of love, in times of hate
Another spring will come

Faithful friends all around you
Wonder why you feel so low look at me
If you really want to see the
Comedy and the clown

Ooh
(What's the matter with the boy?)
Ooh
(Has he really given up for sure?)

Here's a new solution
Be square and kind to all your friends
Stop staring through
The bitter lens ancient

Institution this learning
Not demonstrate your asinine
And callous traits, I could take some practice
I know