The Rolling Eyes - Uncle Man Lyrics

Places are empty, broken and sad
But not at my table, not with my rad...
Some have misfortune, some have despair
But all I got's an uncle asleep in my chair

Talking 'bout my uncle, man
My sweet uncle, man
What's in your pocket?
Uncle, man
Where are you going?
What are you smoking?
My rock and rolling
My uncle, man

He crawls in through the dog door at a quarter past five
He stares up at the ceiling barely alive
Mom says he's a loser, he's out of his mind
Who knows what he's been through?
Surely not I

Talking bout my uncle, man
My sweet uncle, man
Where is your mind at
My uncle, man
Forever going
Where the wind is blowing
But you'll always be my uncle, man
Yeah, you'll always be my uncle, man

Sometimes when the lights are out I hear him talk to you
I can tell he misses you much more than he admits to
Sometimes I still see the marks and scars from that old war
I think we all need someone to keep our feet up on the floor

Just like my uncle, man
My sweet uncle, man
What's in your windpipe?
My uncle, man
What you've been smoking?
You must be out your damn mind
But you'll always be my uncle, man
Yeah, you'll always be my uncle, man