Chris Harris – Letras de King Of The Squares

I read the paper everyday
It might keep the bad things away
Every afternoon I pray
Reassurance in the words I'm taught to say

I don't drink anymore
'Cause I'm afraid of the liquor store
Still haven't found what I'm looking for
My eyes are dim and my back is sore

This is an exit

wake up / go to sleep / vacuum up / let's eat
feed the cat / get dressed / after that / confess (drop dead)