I guess I'll just get hung again tonight.
It's the best way that I know to turn off the lights.
I'll get reacquainted with the floor.
It's like a joke you've heard before
Except that you was laughing the other night.

The lights are coming on over the Williamsburg.
The trains sure take it slow over that bridge.
Factory girls are in the street,
But I just want something to eat
And I don't think that they could scratch that itch.

I don't know why I try.
Another day, another lie.
It's just like sticking needles in your eye.

You get that sinking feeling when you're sunk.
You pack your worries up inside a metal trunk.
I guess I just need some time to think.
I swear that I'd give up the drink
If I could find a better way to get drunk.

I don't know why I try.
Another day, another lie.
It's just like sticking needles in your eye.
in your eye
in your eye
in your eye