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SPRAY TAN

We had our shit together
And everything was cool
Until we met this grifter
And he took us to school
Now the snow is blowing sideways
The secretary says it’s rain
The truth is in the trash
It’s totally insane

Now it’s a new year
I’m feeling old, man
Is this a bad dream?
Is that a spray tan

They’re selling fake blues to all our real friends
No, nobody will believe you ‘til the world ends

So and so said such and such ‘bout something no one said
Haranguing everybody who was hanging on a thread
You cannot judge a book just by looking at the author
And you can’t wear my shoes until you fly my saucer

Now it’s a new year
I’m feeling old, man
They’re serving warm beer inside a cold can
I’m taking my cues
while Timmy bartends
No, nobody will believe you ‘til the world ends

I try to keep my faith in people ‘cause there ain’t no way around them
And you can’t look for your glasses until you’ve actually found them
If your dreams are coming true, be careful what you wish for
You want the Second Coming
I just want a second encore

Well it’s another new year
So I’ve been told man
And when we’re through here check out my old band
Releasing outtakes
There ain’t no top tens
No, nobody will believe you ‘til the world ends

It’s a new year
I’m feeling old, man
Is this bad dream?
No, it’s solid gold man
Until the clouds break
I guess the truth bends
Buddy, nobody will believe you ‘til the world ends
Nobody will believe you ‘til the world ends