Grumpus

(Ooh)
 What's the matter with the boy?
 (Ooh)
 Did he really have to be so sure?
 But you're not thinking
 Ride around without a sound, restless boy in restless town
 And you commence to drinking
 A bottle up, a bottle down
 A bottle white, a bottle brown
 Another day peels away
 (Ooh)
 What's the matter with the boy?
 (Ooh)
 Do you really wanna know, will you try?
 Part of the process
 Is sifting through the piles of shit
 Tell us you don't mind a bit
 From a different angle
 Such power rarely deviates in times of love, in times of hate
 Another spring will come
 Faithful friends all around
 You wonder why you feel so low
 Look at me, if you really want to see the comedy and the clown
 (Ooh)
 What's the matter with the boy?
 (Ooh)
 Has he really given up for sure?
 Here's a new solution
 Be square and kind to all your friends
 Stop staring through the bitter lens
 Ancient institution
 This learning not demonstrate, your asinine, and callous traits
 It could take some practice, I know
 It could take some practice, I know