Wheelgreaser

[Strophe 1]
You, a feral child
Petulant, beguiled
Me, I'd rather choke on
The truths hidden in my throat
Than sing your sullen song
Or know what's going on
See, the wind blowing through the trees
Means sweet fuck-all to me
It means sweet fuck-all to me, yeah

[Refrain]
Tired of dressin' up
Tired of dressin' down
And I'm doing as I like
But I don't know
If I like doing it

Tired of dressin' up
Tired of dressin' down
And I'm doing as I like
But I don't know
If I like doing it

[Strophe 2]
Time was, we could let
Whatever work would not beget
Rain down from the rafters
Only worry about it after
We sang your sullen song
We had no idea about the goings-on
And all the wind stirring up the leaves
Meant sweet fuck-all to me
Still means sweet fuck-all to me, yeah

[Refrain]
Tired of dressin' up
Tired of dressin' down
And I'm doing as I like
But I don't know
If I like doing it

Tired of dressin' up
Tired of dressin' down
And I'm doing as I like
But I don't know
If I like doing it

[Bridge]
Greasing the wheels
Of the machine
(And I'm doing as I like
But I don't know)
Man's gotta eat
Man's gotta make ends meet
(And I'm doing as I like, but I don't know)

[Refrain - Chor]
Tired of dressin' up
Tired of dressin' down
And I'm doing as I like
But I don't know
If I like doing it

Tired of dressin' up
Tired of dressin' down
And I'm doing as I like
But I don't know
If I like doing it