Silkworm - Sheep Wait For Wolf lyrics

On the way out to the stairs Tommy got scared, and threw Champagne in my hair Your heart's not made of wood; It's made of chicken The season for ripe fruit Scream all you want, there's nothing i can do You know me, anyway; I never help out when i can lie around He's got a big new job To get ahead, you squeal like a big hog That knows its friend is the butcher Even hogs have to feel strange Where he's not welcome there in the slow lane The smell of burning rubber Is sweeter than that of any lover Drugstore's on the hill It's closed now, it sold its last pill I earn money the old-fashioned way Down at the bus depot