Fidel Monk - Flimsy Excuse Lyrics

The air was gooey like Saint Louis
Where you played in sludgey bars
Sweet Fijian blokes and Ginsberg quotes
On guard with folded arms
An old trombone, stripped down kit
Sweet trouble quick as peppermint
Miserable without you near
It's almost like you're here
It's a flimsy excuse you made
For why you wound up here
You should have stayed
At the top
But you wound up down here
Smashed another stage another dream
Time works hard, that mother's mean
Vision blurs, upstairs is bare
Polished clean, old Mr Sheen
In the band room you forgot your bag
Fell asleep lips wrapped around a fag
Set that smokey place on fire
Every time you took a drag
It's a flimsy excuse you made
For why you wound up here
You should have stayed
At the top
But you wound up down here
Well you're staring in cracks of mirrors
And you wake up with a shake
In the past you're doing cartwheels
Yeah, endless with mistakes
Spent your dreams on Benzedrine
Baked as a birthday cake
Now it's time to put your trousers on
And put away that snake
It's a flimsy excuse you made
Why you wound up here
You should have stayed
At the top
But you wound up down here