The Bucket

I'll be the one to show you the way

You'll be the one to always complain

Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang

All out of fags and I just can't wait

Cancel the thing that I said I'd do

I don't feel comfortable talking to you

Unless you got the zipper fixed on my shoe

Then I'll be in the lobby drinking for twoEighteen, balding, star

Golden, fallen heartLook at the shakies, what's with the blush?

Fresh off the plane in my fuzzy rush

Everyone's gathered to idolize me

I hate the way you talk, your Japanese scream

It's been too long since I've left the shed

You kick the bucket, I'll swing my legs

Always remember the pact that we made

Too young to die, but old is the graveEighteen, balding, star

Golden, fallen heartI'ma gonna show the way.

I'ma gonna show the way.

I'ma gonna show the way.

I'ma gonna show the way.Eighteen, balding, star