Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems To Bring You Down - Lambchop

Hobbled by the fact

That there must be a problem

Confident that there’s a trace

Of honor that we share

So let’s begin again

And let’s not try to answer

With subtle irony

Instead of common sense

Take me to your room

And lay me on the bed

Looking at the stamps

That slowly you’ve collected

The impression that was made

As you frequently do fly

Dripping on the dock

You shiver from the cold

You’re looking pretty good

And I’m feeling pretty old

Is sudden mastery

Of most of the decisions

Convinced of steady growth

In the hours that will come

To take the best of me

And throw it to the dogs

You can call me bastard

And you can call me friend

But don’t forget to call me

Before the story ends

Covered in a fabric

That’s made from good intent

Poking through a hole

That been eaten by a moth

Let’s pretend I’m guilty

Of everything you’ve mentioned

Reproductively unsound

Reproductively inclined

But can I change the system

Of how I have been measured

It’s really unattractive

How little I really know

So shoot me through a cannon

Squash me like a bug

Or sweep me like some dirt

That lies under a rug

Let’s start up a petition

To get me out of town

Each time I bring you up

It seem to bring you down