I've got that heater hum
I've got oblivion
Ed's on a bump of coke
I'm stuck with whiskey jokes
And they are not very funny
Who let me get to art school?
Those suckers that I fooled
How did I get this far...
In a 97 Saab?
I love that car
You feel that drone guitar
It won't make you a star
But I can clear the smoke
With stupid whiskey jokes
You feel that heater hum
You feel oblivion
But you can speak to me
Avoid society
There are no answers here
I've got no answers here
You'll find no answers here
You feel that heater hum
You feel oblivion
But you can speak to me
Avoid society