Lazy Boy - Brazzaville

Lazy boy, you’re funny in the head

A loser born, a loser when you’re dead

You’ve fooled them now

But soon they’ll see the froth you’re made of

It’s 4 AM, you lay awake in bed

Your palms are cold, your stomach’s full of dread

The mockingbirds

And freeway in the distance calm you

Lazy boy, I see the state you’re in

The morning rain will wash away your sin

The summer breeze

Smells like a loaf of cotton candy