Being Here

Don't kiss me quick

I'm about to be sick

All over my favorite shoes



If you pin back my tongue

With a stapling gun

It won't stop me from singing the blues



I'm as drunk as a skunk

And the national front

Have kicked me all over this bar



I'd go back to Ian's house

But Ian's house is too far

The pinch and the punch

Were for the first of the month



The slap for the rest of the year

The punch and the kick

Were for being to quick

And the rest was just for being here