Ghostown - Mister Glum

Im blind by the light, im high as a kite
55 kilos is still kinda light
and 5ft 7 is no kinda height
as long as im driven, ill make it through the night
roaming through the darkness like my hearts Tony starkest
the night starless, is my future star kissed
I wander from the bar pissed, got a track with a harpist,
just a jingle in my brain, but ill bring it all the same
these words cant contain, but im contained in these words
and the message is blurred, but its simple to be heard
picked up the shovel, the shovel and the pick
im level in my shit, I struggle and I slip
my family just packed cos my tactics just lacked
thought I might slip through crack but ill have them right back
I been singing many moons, Put my glooms over tombs
when the phantom resumes, it d be wise to assume
That I rise with the sun, and all that lies with the sun
on the run id be dumb, but id slum number one
a rumble in my tum, a dark glass of rum (dark)
my whisky boats rockingg, my l'eau de vie's come
its so to be glum, im slow to be fun
id throw the hope, row the boat , just to be done
to the path that I clung, when im 30 years young
a gather up the crumbs, in the haunts where I hung
my hum drum, heart drum, lung, leave you stung
so just take a toke, and pass to someone
some will succumb and be solved by the sum
so just take a toke, and pass to someone


Stuck in the groove of a halftime blues
but I got nothing to loose , so loosen my shoes
my fingers tap the ivories, she had a sly eye for these,
read my mind like libraries, diagnosed, my disease
no matter what I believe, I leave on a fresh note,
hunger gettin steely, capellinni green pesto
my appetite grows, like dynamite blows
in a stalagmite pose, where I saddle my woes
raggamuffin clothes, the muffin man knows
im plucking banjos, and stuffing down my prose
I fish the flies out my wine but im not one to wine
about lifes slow decline, sometimes I rewind
benign , philanthropic, sunshine in the tropics,
dance round the topic of the beat when they drop it
and my throats giving in, from this life its living in
but I found a magic ointment, need a wife to rub it in
so thanks for stopping in, now its time to be snugging in
my worlds a rugged inn,but thats where my love begins
welcome to my reality, southern hospitality
get your feet tapping like a hereditary malady
its so to be glum, im slow to be fun
id throw the hope, row the boat ,just to be done
to the path that I clung, when im 30 years young
a gather up the crumbs, in the haunts where I hung
my hum drum, heart drum, lung, leave you stung
so just take a toke, and pass to someone
some will succumb and be solved by the sum
so just take a toke, and pass to someone