Pleased To Meet Me

Absolution is out of the question
It makes no sense to apologize
The words i thought i brought i left behind,
So never mind
All over but the shouting, just a waste of time
Never mind
All over but the shouting, just a waste of time

I'm not ready as i'll ever be
I climb the walls, i fall into the sea
I'm not ready as i'll ever be
And i suppose your guess is more or less as bad as mine
All over but the shouting, just a waste of time
Never mind
All over but the shouting, just a waste of time
And i suppose your guess is more or less as bad as mine

You oughta tell me, you oughta say if you're not sure
You oughta tell me, you got to help me remember

Never mind
All over but the shouting, just a waste of time
Never mind
All over but the shouting, just a waste of time
Never mind
Never mind
Never mind
Never mind
The words i thought i brought i left behind
So never mind

You take the skyway, high above the busy little one-way
In my stupid hat and gloves, at night i lie awake
Wonderin' if i'll sleep
Wonderin' if we'll meet out in the street

But you take the skyway
It don't move at all like a subway
It's got bums when it's cold like any other place
It's warm up inside
Sittin' down and waitin' for a ride
Beneath the skyway

Oh, then one day, i saw you walkin' down that little one-way
Where, the place i'd catch my ride most everyday
There wasn't a damn thing i could do or say
Up in the skyway

Skyway
Skyway (sky away)

A bottle of chablis, hey now, that ain't no stuff for me
Chateau timberley, as long as i can't see
Gallo or muscatel, either one would be just swell
I didn't come here to fight, hey just as long as that ain't white

Now i ain't no connoiseur cat - the conno-sewer/kinda sewer rat
Red red wine on sunday
Always tastes so good
Red red wine
Red red wine
Red red wine if you would

Hey now as long as it is red, oh set 'em up until we're dead
A saturday sippin' beer, let's get a jug without a year

Now i ain't no connoiseur cat, i think you guessed that
Red red wine on sunday
Just like martin said
Red red wine
Red red wine
Set us up 'till we're dead

I ain't no connoiseur cat, conno-sewer rat
... on sunday
Just like martin said
Red red wine
Red red wine
Set us up 'till we're dead

All eyes look up to me
High above the filthy streets
Heed no bullhorn when it calls
Watch me fly and die, watch me fall

I'm the boy they can't ignore,
For the first time in my life, i'm sure
All the love sent up high to pledge
Won't reach the ledge

Wind blows cold from the west
I smell coffee, i smell doughnuts for the press (on their breath?)
A girl that i knew once years ago
Is tryin' to be reached on the phone

I'm the boy she can't ignore,
For the first time in my life, i'm sure
All the love sent up high to pledge...

(repeat)

Priest kneels silent, all is still
Policeman reaches from the sill
Watch him, watch him try his best
There'll be no medal pinned to his chest

I'm the boy they couldn't ignore,
For the first time in my life, i'm sure

(repeat)

I'm the boy for the last time in my life

All the love that they pledge
For the last time will not reach the ledge

Do we give it up? (i don't know)
Should we give it hell? (i don't know)
Are you makin' a fortune? (i don't know)
Or don't you wanna tell? (i don't know)
Should we give it up? (i don't know)
Or hang around some more? (i don't know)
Should we buy some beer? (i don't know)
Can i use your hairspray?

One foot in the door, the other foot in the gutter
The sweet smell that you adore, yeah i think i'd rather smother.

Should we top it off? (i don't know)
It's startin' too slow. (i don't know)
Who's behind the board? (i don't know)
They tell me he's a dope. (i don't know)
What the fuck you sayin'? (i don't know)
Our lawyer's on the phone. (i don't know)
How much are you in for? (i don't know)
What did we do now?

One foot in the door, the other one in the gutter
The sweet smell that they adore, i think i'd rather smother

One foot in the door, the other one in the gutter
The sweet smell that they adore, well i think i'd rather smother

(4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12)

Are you guys still around? (i don't know)
Whatcha gonna do with your lives? (nothin'!)

One foot in the *fuckup*, the other one in the gutter
The sweet smell that you adore, hey i think i'd rather smother

One foot in this door, the other one in the gutter
The sweet smell that they adore, oh i think i'd rather smother