Lowest Of The Low

Night Of The Living Assholes

Lowest Of The Low


A haze is in bloom 
Alone in my room 
And the only relief is that you're not here too 
The moon is on fire 
The night of the living assholes 
A truth has been born, it's tattered and torn 
Think it over 

Brendan's afraid 
That Sheila got laid 
She crashed and she burned all the plans that he'd made 
Now he's tossin' 'em down like some suicidal clown 
And I'm fuckin' bored 
Of being a lifeguard 
So, kick it over 

Is that a foot in your mouth? 
Or are you just glad to see me? 
Yeah, I've been waiting all night 
For someone to come and bore me 
What part of the word no 
Do you have trouble understanding? 
Oh, baby, baby, I gotta go 

My lights are flashing, my ship is sailing 
I think my train is derailing 

Sometimes I feel like a clown 
Sometimes I feel like a saviour 
I guess that don't justify my anti-social behaviour 
But there's a wire in my head 
A white lightning solution 
Forget the books that I've read 
I'll kick your teeth in, you beat my head in 
Wait for the wisdom to set in 

It's such a gas 
Slumming with the working class 
For painters and sisters 
Let's wind him up and see if he cracks 
The street's full of glass 
The night of the living assholes 
Don't waste your energy on me 
You fuckin' phony p.b. 
Or I'll kick it over