The Slanderous Clientel - No Fun At All

Looking across the room and I can’t respire

I got to get out so maybe I should set a fire

Holding my tongue and waiting for the perfect reason

It’s hard when your nerves are down for the season

This all time low it’s everything I never wanted

Redundant show

They’re nagging a hole in my beautiful head

This all time low is everything to the slanderous clientele

Shaking a hand and mumbling that it’s a pleasure

The faces I see are vague and hard to remember

Talking of this and that but it’s going nowhere

They’re saying the same words over and over and over