A Great Big Hole cover

Coming Up Short Paroles

You, Me, And Everyone We Know

Album A Great Big Hole

Paroles de Coming Up Short

I had my bags all packed
Left this coat up on the rack
Then snagged a thread on the way to leave
Recalled how it used to look on me
So once more I’m rolling up its sleeves
But I keep coming up short
Like napoleon at war
And though I'm still a little sore
Like a boxer from the floor
I keep coming back for more

The road ahead brings a worn smile
When I look back at the last mile
Break my bones, cut my feet
Shake the ground ‘til I quease
Bring on blisters, bugs, disease
There will be no more wasting time for me

Now that’s not to say I’m living perfectly
I've traded boozing for a tooth that’s more than sweet
But if I'm glutting my stomach uncomfortably
I guess I’d rather keep my liver fight gum disease
And if the teeth have to go then the teeth will have to go
Cos if I'm dust then life’s a good stiff breeze

Like the aforementioned tooth decay
There are things I should tend to yesterday
Collecting dust is easy
Marching on gets hard