Lyrics:

My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, I'll go cook myself a brew

Love it, oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up too much to call home sometimes

Well, I dance the two step look at you swing
Not sure what I mean, don't know what I sing
I just dance on the harpsichord string
Move it down when you're coming up

Lose it down when your tip toe dancing
Enhancing all the pressure prancing
All around this place every night and
Day when we were in the rat race

Shouting back to the oldest people
Chat at the bartender in the cold top steeples
Like no screaming
My dear they will dry off your cheeks

And never been down the factor too much of
That can bring you right down to tragedy more oh me
Losing myself in this race
You see me, see me, see me, see me, seeing me
See me, see me
What's in my liberty?

In a hectic test a no one protest
In you when imp so damn scared
Live for the life and the love I need
And the lead in the life 'cause I never play fair

My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, I'll go cook myself a brew

I got my own way home, I got my own keys
So why you looking at me like you're a lady
I got my own kindsa groovy
Smoking too much and drinking
You bring yourself down in pain
Bdbbyebdbdyebdbyebdye

For the love of the living and the live cut free
She's all on the floor while I drink whiskey
And look to the corner think about me
All about me, never yourself

'Cause your walk with a pelvis, white boy Elvis
Dance around this floor much quicker than you
Look at this, look at the boys dancing
Think there impressing, but they ain't do shit

I'm on groove from the grooving losing as I use ya
As I go moving crying the tears
Not for myself and not for you honey have no fear
And now I break to the floor when the old piano comes crashing
Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm gonna do but I ain't here for more
I take my last match with desperate passions and a few up facts

My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, I'll go cook myself a brew

My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, I'll go cook myself a brew

My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, I'll go cook myself a brew

Love it, oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up too much to call home
Sometimes