The Lawrence Arms - The YMCA Down The Street From The Clinic lyrics

Click on the link for the world’s biggest dick You can smell the rats are dying As the ship starts to sink Down beneath, the poor are embraces and tears Up against the bars, staring down their years You told me to kiss you because we were at the end And I said I wouldn’t miss you, because baby, I’d be dead And that’s the only way, it seems, that I could get away Otherwise, I’m nothing without you, babe I got a bad, sick stink, and I’m bathing in the sink At the YMCA down the street from the clinic And there’s a sad old man with a sad, saggy a** Just crying under the electric dryer for your hands And he’s wet, and he’s dying and the spiders on his nose Seem to indicate that he’s been keeping warm out in the cold And he’s a lot like me, I guess….but we’re somehow not the same They say you really die the last time anybody says your name Oh This sweet and sticky dream was nothing that I needed Just demons to believe and poisons lined up to feed ‘em And the rings inside this tree are rotten deeper down Goddamn this f**ing town It’s restless and I’m drowning I got these black rotten teeth Cracking off in bloody beef And I haven’t seen the dentist in at least six thousand weeks And I’m high on this TV and these whiskeys and these dreams That I wouldn’t dare to follow because I couldn’t dare succeed So I write down sh**ty words So I sit in titty bars So I text and tweet and look at nudes and beat off in the dark Back when I was just a boy These were okay ways to go But baby, I got old And somewhere I ditched my soul Oh This sweet and sticky dream was nothing that I needed Just demons to believe and poisons lined up to feed ‘em And the rings inside this tree are rotten deeper down Goddamn this f**ing town It’s restless and I’m drowning We are the lonely seeds Adrift on burning seas Just pour the goddamn round And let’s let these f**ers drown