Dick Jones

You're sidetracked with nothing to show You're friends with people that you don't even know You're stuck in places that you would never go If you could choose You're on a level that you've never sunk to You're in a middle that there's no getting through You're over and you'll be thirty-two You were born to lose It's chemical Logical Left foot, right foot You got it Walk away and fast Turn around and leave them behind You're on your fifth drink with no buzz in sight And that a*shole hasn't shut up all night You wanna tell yourself that you'll be alright But who would you fool?