RED DRINKS! RED DRINKS! (YOUR LIFE STINKS) (4.37)

red drinks, red drinks...

I see ya sitting on a stool with your brown drink
floatin' on your wit so ya don't sink
try'nta drown any thoughts that dare think
your life stinks, life stinks...

all the stuff that was set up just right
fizzled out like a ten-cent nitelite
you were groomed to be a star, not a satellite
whadda bite, a bit...

so ironic...

red drinks, red drinks...

fill 'er up for a good disaster
bob along on yer bulging bladder
ya gonna make a big splash when ya splatter
you splat, you splatter...

ya say ya wanna be the king of this play pen?
ya say ya wanna be the queen of the s/he-men?
or are ya gonna be the means to the end
of the end, the end...

of yer tether?

red drinks, red drinks...

through a crack in the background chatter
the sound track of the bistro culture
a ton of guilt just hangs like a vulture
eyeing yer bones...

everybody on the right's got a red glass
everybody on the left's got a red glass
everything's closin' in too fast
leave me alone! leave me alone!

if yer gonna stay stuck in that bottle?
the only way ya gonna spin's with a swizzle
and you're gonna get sick when it wiggles
ain't no pill, no pill...

are ya gonna stay a numb in the Naughties?
be the best of the bad faux Presleys?
when ya finally gonna make some money?
make money, money...

and crack this riddle...?

through a gash in the background chatter
ya hear a nag, nag, nagging whisper
everybody you know's so clever
& smarter than you...

everybody on the right's got a red glass
everybody on the left's got a red glass
everything's movin' in too fast
leave me alone! leave me alone!

red drinks, red drinks...

sitting on a stool with your brown drink
floatin' on your wit so ya don't sink
try'nta drown any thoughts that dare think
your life stinks, life stinks...
your life stinks, life stinks...