Grim Chin

Rusty chips and a half dead fish, is the dish of the day
Screw that face counter-clockwise
Or you’ll catch a kiss from the rain
I told brother, that’s not our mother
And I told sister, we don’t share the same mister
Now they’re mad that I spoiled the party
They share the same birthday

And now we all feel a bit grey, grey
This way It’s all gone a bit grey
It’s here again
We all feel a bit gray, grey
Today

Mind your wig, and tuck your chin
The spoiled milk’s hittin’ the fan
No one’s clean in the mensch machine
Everyone out for themselves
We used to be lovers now we can’t look at each other
Dissonant chairs don’t sit next to another
Digging trenches in the sand
Too bad we share the same friends

And now we all feel a bit grey, grey
This way It’s all gone a bit grey
It’s here again
We all feel a bit gray, grey
Today

All your interactions turn grey
It’s like your saving for another day
Open up and you’ll find your quiet eye, you’ve got a private eye

Vodka and envy kept the bridesmaid steady sipping straight from her flask
Too drunk to notice, the best man’s nervous
Sweat dripping down his neck
Our dear bride’s still crying on the toilet
She caught the best man with her groom in the closet
I was looking forward to that cake
The wedding planner still wants his cheque

And now we all feel a bit grey, grey
This way It’s all gone a bit grey
It’s here again
We all feel a bit gray, grey
Today