Peter Hair - St. Jon Lyrics

Couldn't figure any of it out, the cigarettes are burning
St. Jon walks up the way and everyone who's inside has a side eye pointed at his muted words
And he says that he's stage three f*cked up, f*cked up how we question his ability to give anyone a likely story

Could've given a moment of possible prosperity
Sent you back to the realm that you occupy daily
And you know that we know it's probably on you anyway

You tell me who you thinks in charge and I'll tell you who I think is going down
Pour another soul and watch them drown
Drown
Drown

Nightfalls come and I'm seeing stars, a leiter and a half and a half once more
Smiling
The deed is done we walk away stumbling
St. Jon walks up to an apathetic crowd pondering
Does the next one turn out the same.