Moscow Mules Lyrics

I'm going home for Christmas pretty soon

And in the two days until then I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do

I'm just trying to relax

But everything so far this year has totally kicked my ass

Chopin plays some chess with the choir

A comic book and a manuscript litter the opposite corner

Van Gogh and Monet on the wall

I'm not quite sure who I would call

When I've had too much to drink

And I'm on the brink of my own existence

Thinking just to think

Pacing 'round so that I can sink into another mistake

I'm going home for Christmas pretty soon

And in the two days until then maybe I'll finally sleep in until noon

But for now I'm just having a blast

Everyone has gone to bed and if I stand up the world spins too fast

Monet says to Van Gogh "What a stunning starry night"

But Van Gogh cannot hear him, he's tried to make himself all right

They are both perpendicular to the hall

I'm not quite sure who exactly I would call

When I've had too much time to think

And I'm on the brink of my own existence

Drinking just to drink

Pacing 'round to that I can sink into another mistake

I think that's exactly just precisely what I'll do

Walk around the town until I think of something new

Not just another mistake

Or just give me a break