Eyes wider than my face
Everyone's still peaking
Movement like leather
All my backseats are driving
Psychos don't get the buzz
Roll in a circular motion
If I paint behaviour with patterns
At least I can predict the commotion
Everyone's all, screaming droll
'Bout my alcohol reflection froze
Little me has fallen down
Into that hole, that hole
Fully grown by that hole
In my home, that hole in my home
He's been speaking off my ear
I just try to keep his head from moving
I just try to keep his head from moving
Knocks at the door of my spaceship
Knocks at the door of my spaceship
But I am in the mood for schmoozing
I in the mood to schmooze
When will these people cool down
When will these people cool
I hope that I'm not sober
I hope that I'm not sober
We all recognise we're older
We all recognise we're older
Why would I suck another over?
That hole, that hole
I'm fully grown by that hole in my home
That hole in my home
That hole, that hole
It got so slow, it's the H-O one three L-E, is my home