T-Shirt Tux

There's that girl from your work and she's here with some guy

He's got a t-shirt tux and piano key tie

The rest of us were rolling our eyes at the handshake

He did with the doorman

But that's how he gets the stuff that makes him feel so important

And we all need something to get through the night

'Cause the kitchen gets hot and the fingers get fried

A Pontius Pilate played to the crowd

And they all thought they knew what he wanted

And everyone's sorry when they see that it's dawn

I assume that's the reason we do this

And me and the guy with the piano key tie

Are probably gonna play right through this

Tiny little triumphs, massive bloody failures

I hear that there were sailors who dread coming to shore

I Guess it's true, it's true I guess

But tonight I fear my sensors aren't receiving at their best

And everyone talks about they hate that they're here

Baring their teeth and sharpening spears

The stuff that they put in the punch bowl tonight

Makes it too hard to pay much attention

But your war of attrition turned out to be a major attraction

A boy and a girl were draining their beers

He said "Stalin was a weatherman to start his career

And Johnny Cash was in the service when the news came through the wire

And it's weird how you feel when bad people die"

She said "Yeah I guess, whatever

All your fun little facts are never going to keep us together"

We'll all be doomed once we leave this room

We're spinning through the turnstiles

And we're sleeping in our shoes

While we're sad in stones

While we're all hooked up at home

But when we leave the house we're homesick

Got the disconnection blues

There were multiple dispensers and some friends we couldn't use

There's a candle on the table, there's a photo on the fridge

There's a bunch of things we said we were gonna do and never did

And sometimes it's all slippery sidewalks

And trying to find a place to park