Letra de Bonds of Stupidity

Crawling back to square one Being close but no cigar Guts tell me I am running dry again Rolling down on a sloping scene Doing fine in a foolish dream I feel like I’m running dry again I’ve boons beneath the lees I’ll fly above the leaves Going down like a lead balloon Now honored as a prime buffoon I couldn’t cut the mustard Couldn’t keep the muse I’m ploughed in making you the apple of my eye In my way of loving In my way to live I’ll play it quizzical till meeting someone else Itching high as hoping dies Showing strength when no request Guts tell me I am running dry again Drawing plots from frustration times Going straight for the millionth scar I feel like I’m running dry again Hey, honey, I’ve an axe to grind Pretty perfect for a funny farm