Terry The Self Obsessed Empath Lyrics

Oh what a great man

Only hears the best he can

Only talks about how he's getting out

But he's having doubts

I guess he tired of taking the longer way around

He just sits down

And says that he has always been around

Sipping gold with tobacco in his mouth

Just spit it out

It's just those small sounds

Which turn his head into a battle ground

Green fields suddenly become so very loud

And all he feels is doubt

I guess he's tired of taking the longer way around

Start drinking

So you don't have to be thinking for so long

Start drinking

So you don't have to be thinking for so long

It's a small town

You're only ever here to settle down

We only talk about how we're gonna get out

But I'm having doubts

I guess we're tired of taking the longer way around

Start drinking

So you don't have to be thinking for so long

Start drinking

So you don't have to be thinking for so long