The YMCA Down The Street From The Clinic

(album: Metropole - 2014)

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You can smell the rats are dying as the ship starts to sink
Down beneath, the poor are embraces and tears
Up against the bars, staring down their years
You told me to kiss you because we were at the end
And I said I wouldn't miss you, because baby, I'd be dead
And that's the only way, it seems, that I could get away
Otherwise, I'm nothing without you, babe

I got a bad, sick stink, and I'm bathing in the sink
At the YMCA down the street from the clinic
And there's a sad old man with a sad, saggy ass
Just crying under the electric dryer for your hands
And he's wet, and he's dying and the spiders on his nose
Seem to indicate that he's been keeping warm out in the cold
And he's a lot like me, I guess... but we're somehow not the same
They say you really die the last time anybody says your name
Oh

This sweet and sticky dream was nothing that I needed
Just demons to believe and poisons lined up to feed 'em
And the rings inside this tree are rotten deeper down
Goddamn this fucking town
It's restless and I'm drowning

I got these black rotten teeth
Cracking off in bloody beef
And I haven't seen the dentist in at least six thousand weeks
And I'm high on this TV and these whiskeys and these dreams
That I wouldn't dare to follow because I couldn't dare succeed
So I write down shitty words
So I sit in titty bars
So I text and tweet and look at nudes and beat off in the dark
Back when I was just a boy
These were okay ways to go
But baby, I got old
And somewhere I ditched my soul
Oh

This sweet and sticky dream was nothing that I needed
Just demons to believe and poisons lined up to feed 'em
And the rings inside this tree are rotten deeper down
Goddamn this fucking town
It's restless and I'm drowning

We are the lonely seeds
Adrift on burning seas
Just pour the goddamn round
And let's let these fuckers drown