Lyrics: Mountain Goats, The. Hello There Howard.

the guy on my right is new

and he says he feels kinda sad and his hands are cold

and he refuses the dice

so I pick 'em up myself.

I let 'em roll.



and the little white spots gleam like stars

and the guy on my right gets a look at the stickman

and he begins to sense where it is that we are

and the table's hot

but so am I

and I grab the bones and I let 'em fly.

so come 2 come 3 come 4 come 5 come 6 come 7 come 9

it doesn't matter to me now

'cause I've got all kinds of time.