Vārdi: Fiery Furnaces (The). EP. Smelling Cigarettes.

Very much vodka and too much tequila: those are the ways I learned to deal.
Across against the light and the sleet scalds my sight,
stunned I stayed put and a billboard truck runs over my foot.
So things are really hopping; and my unemployment?s stopping;
and my kitty cat?s copping; and I need to forget.
So I go to the window and smell a cigarette.

Now I?m in the clutches of my crutches:
I?m laid up, and I sip from my cup, and I look outside.
And I see Christopher Hyde-who just got divorced,
and there?s a restraining order enforced-going in his ex-wife?s garage.
I?m just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff:

?Don?t you key that brand-new Camry.?
And he gave me the cursor, ?Damn,?
returning to the spot he was, ?Mind your own business you!?
And I wag my finger, ?You?re not doing what you?re supposed to do.?

And then he?s coming toward me,
and I took a swig of my tequila
?cause it made me feel a little nervous as he started across against the light:
but he didn?t look to his right as he didn?t stay put.
And a billboard truck came and ran over his foot.

And the cops responding called out to me, ?Hey is this your cat??
?Yeah, but sometimes it forgets. Ah, wait a minute.
I gonna come out there and smell a couple a cigarettes.?

Don?t you hurry-worry with me?