The Spectator Lyrics

It was a small dirty town in east.
The afternoon winds down
as I sit drinking with my dad.
Maybe later that night things would look better.
Maybe later that night I will find myself.
I flop down on the bed,
Look up the ceiling,
Among the cracks I make out my life.
It was a smelly dirty town in east.
I watch my face in the mirror and I think
I should spit on his phoney face
Maybe later that night I will find myself.
I flop down on the bed,
Look up the ceiling,
Among the cracks I make out my life.