The Bucket

I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I said I'd do I don't feel comfortable talking to you Unless you got the zipper fixed on my shoe Then I'll be in the lobby drinking for two Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart Look at the shakies, what's with the blush? Fresh off the plane in my fuzzy rush Everyone's gathered to idolize me I hate the way you talk, your Japanese scream It's been too long since I've left the shed You kick the bucket, I'll swing my legs Always remember the pact that we made Too young to die, but old is the grave Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'ma gonna show the way. I'ma gonna show the way. I'ma gonna show the way. I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star