"Hot Water On Wool (Reprise)" lyrics

Let's take some time to reflect and restart
We tip over three-wheeled shopping carts
A crippled man with his mangled hands
Looks at the blonde with her hideous orange fake tan
Decide, decide, decide
Who thinks that I, that I am out of line
For being sober, finding four-leaf clovers
Lawn mowers and truck towers, so lucky all of the time
Decide, decide, decide
I've got a mind and it's weighing me down
Twenty-eight pounds and lucky for me, so lucky for me
I'll never see that bitch again

And so I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn
And so I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn

Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Well, I've lied with a fantastic picture, I– well, I've lied
(We're going in new directions)
Well, I've lied with a fantastic picture, I– well, I've lied
(From sleeping away the century)
Well, let's start from the beginning right now
I'd do that if you weren't so impatient
(We're going in new directions)
Well, I'll stop you and give me the time of day
It's so sad, I've got no more lines to read
(From sleeping away the century)