Grey

"You can't look cool running across the street"
And bottle broke, and the soap was left sink side
Or the bartenders never pay attention
Show and tell with a gag blindfold wrapped around the entire congregation
Constraints, put another dime in the jukebox baby
Pocket full of lightning wads and cat calls gush, gush
Like, I've never died from thirst
While preaching up the wrong tree
Or slinking through the fence through the posts because you can fit
Forty-two, seventy-one, non-zero
Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a pleasure

My light bulb's gone grey, something, something
Most improved since stuffing

My light bulb's gone grey, something, something
Most changed since stuffing

A leaf in the twilight looks like a million bucks
Like hot pink paint you couldn't buy before synthetics
To sit under the first autumn tree in the park
And watch a tee-ball practice just before dark
Sunset is an all day process

One, two, three, now here's the meat:
Women in spandex, power walking circles around me
As I stare at a deserted baseball field
Writing a rap in red pen on the back of a printed e-mail folded twice
A hot dog