Where Do I Begin? - Owen
Where oh where do I begin
A plague upon this city
A pox upon my friends
I spend whole days in the dark
And whole nights begging this guitar to sing
And I wouldn't know
What kind of trouble I've been missing
If I were alive at any other time
Where oh where does this story end
If it's all the same to you
I'll just skip ahead
I'm fat and I'm drunk and you love me
The kids are a little weird but they're happy
And I never made good on the money I said I'd make
And the floorboards still squeak as if in pain
Those rusty pipes do nothing but complain
Awake again
Disinterested
A pox upon these listless limbs
Are we having fun yet
