It’s not what you thought when you first began it. You got what you want, now you can hardly stand it though, by now you know. It’s not going to stop, it’s not going to stop, it’s not going to stop, ’til you wise up.
You’re sure there’s a cure, and you have finally found it. You think one drink will shrink you ’til you’re underground and living down; but it’s not going to stop. It’s not going to stop, it’s not going to stop ’til you wise up.
Prepare a list of what you need before you sign away the deed, ’cause it’s not going to stop. It’s not going to stop. It’s not going to stop. ‘Til you wise up. No, it’s not going to stop, ’til you wise up. No, it’s not going to stop.
So just…give up.
If I had this thing set to record frivolous moods, it would read contemplative.