Problems III - The Growlers

Babe don’t give up yet

When we’ve come this far

Remember when we met

At the old Prospector

Blindfolded acid trips

Your tiny fingertips

Piano songs off time

Wood teeth stained from the wine

Problems come in threes

Then we beat 'em down

It’s nothing when compared

To the hangovers we’ve shared

But rent’s on time

We’ve got cigs and cheap red wine

Come on and share my table

And pour your heart into mine

Time can be so blunt till it’s no fun

But all in all, time’s treated us fine

Time can be so blunt till it’s no fun

But all in all, time’s treated us fine

Ain’t no use to act

Like we’re mom and dad

We’ve done enough of that

Impressions, good and bad

Flattering copycats

Caught digging through our trash

Licking our rusty cans

Life in the frying pan

Problems come in threes

Then we beat 'em down

It’s nothing when compared

To the hangovers, we’ve shared

But rent’s on time

We’ve got cigs and cheap red wine

Come on and share my table

And pour your heart into mine

Time can be so blunt till it’s no fun

But all in all, time’s treated us fine

Time can be so blunt till it’s no fun

But all in all, time’s treated us fine

Lucid trips on joy ride ships

We watched the neon lights

A lovers ride to thaw out frigid times

Lucid trips on joy ride ships

We watched the neon lights

A lovers ride to thaw out frigid times