Shaking Hands - Varsity

Shut-in city, pillars scared of the community, yeah

Grown-up sleaze, they log online to find their freaks

But nonetheless

They’re mowing lawns, they’re makin' beds

They’re getting hitched, they’re shaking hands

No contempt for the former life and rosy glow they all once had

But sold it back

And I walk around this seedy old town

And I ain’t got much to do

And I wonder and I wonder if I’m ever going under

And I ain’t got much to lose

Public parks and public freakouts after dark

At the grocery store

Nice night for an empty threat slipped underneath your door

I’d kill to be your friend

And I walk around this shitty old town

And I ain’t got much to do

And I wonder and I wonder if I’m ever going under

And I ain’t got much to prove

I know, I know, I know, know

I don’t, I don’t, I don’t

I walk around this sleepy old town

And I ain’t got much to do

I wonder and I wonder if I’m ever going under

And I ain’t got much to prove

Shadows from wall to wall inside your head

Another summer put to bed

Lay on your back, insomniac, and pray

«God bless this way of life,» you say

I know, I know, I know now