Pizza Claus Is Comin’ to Town Lyrics & Tabs by Bomb the Music Industry!
Pizza Claus Is Comin’ to Town
guitar chords lyrics
Let the day roll in, let the day roll out
Let the robot transport me from Clayton to my house
Let the shit roll in, let the shit roll out
Because I'm goddamned bound to stick it out with my survival pals
Let the shit crash down
Let the shit crash down
Let the servers giggle, holler and ignore the sound
And at 2 AM I'll be closing up alone
Today I played my first show in, like, twenty-seven days
Or got my ass kicked in, like, twenty-seven ways
No matter which way it goes, at the end of the day I gotta change my clothes
Maybe it's mundane when I explain it to you, but I just need something to do
Or else I'll just think about the shows I've played while forgetting all traces
Of the people, the places, the music, the faces
When we could talk in present tense without being complacent
Or else I'll just think about the shows I've played while forgetting all traces
Of the people, the places, the music, the faces
When we could talk in present tense without being complacent
When we could be more honest without being fucking wasted
Man, shit
I let the shit roll in
And at the 2 AM, I'll always be alone inside an empty home
And today I played my first show in, like, twenty-seven days
Or got my ass kicked in, like, twenty-seven ways
No matter which way it goes, at the end of the day I gotta change my clothes
Maybe it's mundane when I explain it to you, but I just need something to
Do you think I want to be this way?
Do you think I want to be this way?
Hey, don't you know that I've had better days
But we've all had worse and we've all felt hurt so
Maybe it's mundane when I explain to you
But I just need something to do
To get the past out of my head, to stop replaying shit I've said
Put my head right down, scrub hard and I will get through this night
Get the past out of my head, stop replaying shit I've said
Put my head right down, scrub hard and I will get through this night
Leave the pit, giving pizza to the homeless
Show up late at the bar, the drunks are talking about politics
I'm not really digging the idea of driving 15 hours at 8 AM
The water cascades down my head like dirt on the hood of a six year old van
And go to sleep
And go to sleep
And go to sleep
