Angry Mulch Lyrics

Where have you been hiding?

I'm getting lonely filling out your chair.

Oh, can't we stay in one place?

When you're alone the sun is just a glare.



Did you lose the burning under the collars as your lover's friend?

Can you come right with me?

We'll start the misery all over again.

All over again.



Here's to the summer,

It's a cold, cold June.

Get yourself on the phone.

And give me a call, I turn a leaf each time

I'm away from you.



And this little sorrow is a bigger shame,

And maybe I made my bed.

Give me one more chance,

I put my cold shoulder to the wheel for you.



And this just keeps getting better to leave.

Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette.

We got marked with a runner's disease.

And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it.

Dead, 'cause I don't feel it.



Yeah, I don't sleep too much.

I got a really bad mouth.



I was in bad temper, I fled the scene.

She got a full time job.

Hold me like a mother, oh hold your tongue.

To love is just to rob.



Between your sons and lovers

You'll bleed yourself into an early grave.

Lay your sleepy head and I'll wash your feet

And you can act your age.

You can act your age.



And I've got a memory like a loaded gun.

The future belongs to us.

Call me a sinner, we have too much fun

Let's go on this way.



And keep off the glory 'cause you're so damn young.

And did they wreck your charm in school?

A middle aged writer makes me feel so dumb.

I'm a step away.



And this just keeps getting better to leave.

Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette

We got marked with a runner's disease.

And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it.

Dead, 'cause I don't feel it.



Yeah, I don't sleep too much.

I got a really bad mouth.



Come on, kid, and dance a while

Leave your stomach in another place

Bend your back to stretch a smile.

You've got glamour written on your face.

Written on your face.



And don't you let them tell you it's a dirty thing.

Single stardom's such a drag.

When you're in your place, you're just too good to be clean.

Where's your head gone?



And this just keeps getting better to leave.

Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette.

We got marked with a runner's disease.

And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it yet.



This just keeps getting better to leave.

Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette.

We got marked with a runner's disease.

And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it.

Dead, 'cause I don't feel it.



Yeah, I don't sleep too much.

I got a really bad mouth.