Voyage of Don

A mummified version of you
Living proof of dying youth
Taking the camry out to clear my head’s
Filled up with dust, void of all trust
I wanna buy a boat
I wanna see the wife’s throat slit
It’s all circumstance
It’s always circumstantial
You’re in the next room
And the bourbon burns so good
I’m on the john now
Wishing I’d be gone
Searching for confidence
But people always seem
To let me down (let down)
Ah-ah ah-ah
What do you think when you aren’t thinking?
What do you think?
Ah-ah ah-ah
What do you think when you aren’t thinking?
What do you think?
Ah-ah ah-ah
What do you think when you aren’t thinking?
What do you think when you
Ah-ah ah-ah