Misery loves company
The relatives are here
The silence breaks
The smiles fake
The sweet talk unclear
I sit on the dark side
With a spliff and a beer
Pretending not to notice
That my lipstick is smeared.
You gotta pay the piper
If you want to hear the song
Hush a bye little guy
I won’t be gone for long
The antidotes in white coats
Have got it all wrong
Hush a bye little guy
I’m lost in the song.
Misery loves company
The devil wants his due
My soul to take
My heart to break
And all that I hold true
I sit on the light side
With a scissors and some glue
Pretending not to notice
That the signature’s a clue
You gotta pay the piper
