Cold Interim Testo

Cold interim
I smile at a waitress serving watery cote du rhones
Nailed it
Mother are you proud I'm in a strangers clothes
The red carpet on the floor is faded to an old mans nose
He oughta blow it
He's been firing like a gun throughout the show
We congregate like cockles on the rocks of writers tongues
And writhe over their taste buds just to prove we get the point
And there's free wine and then freefalls as the rockstars overdose Mother tell me are you proud I'm wearing someone else's clothes

Kiss me when we clear the countdown
What a year we did it, yeah we did it
I called you every time I had a break down
Missed you so much, though I said I didn't
Though I swore I didn't

It gets boring so I picture colleagues standing tall in bloodied overalls
In proud achievement, golden gilded on a mountain made of bones
The food here makes you sick but yeah they serve it every year
I can't tell who's my friend and who wants me to disappear
So I hug the sidelines past the drunken verbal drive-by's
To the people who see figures where there oughta be some skin
And my ankles start to blister as the marksmen point
Their pistols at the pain cordoned, collected, dressed in someone else's clothes

Kiss me when we clear the countdown
What a year we did it, yeah we did it
I called you every time I had a break down Missed you so much, though I said I didn't
Though I swore I didn't