Lyrics

Cliches Malaise
by matt miskie

its an uphill climb
its swimming upstream
its pissing in the wind
its messing up a wet dream
its tossing a wet blanket
on a stick-in-the-mud
squeezing stones
that ain’t got any blood

its a race to the bottom
its going down the drain
its riding out the storm
its a class five hurricane
its the best of both worlds
its that old catch twenty-two
damned if you don’t
damned if you do

don’t pitch a fit
don’t pull a stunt
you know damned well
that dog don’t hunt
and this old alley cat
just has two things on his mind
its the same old same old
every time

(inst)

keep your eyes on the road
keep your hands to yourself
keep your nose to the grindstone
keep your love on the shelf
keep your shoulder to the wheel
keep both feet on the floor
its the same old song and dance
you done before

keep your eyes on the prize
keep your foot on the gas
keep both hands on the wheel
get your head out of your ass
put your money where your mouth is
lay it all on the line
spill the beans
drop the dime

don’t pitch a fit
don’t pull a stunt
you know damned well
that dog don’t hunt
and this old alley cat
just has two things on his mind
its the same old same old
every time

(inst)

don’t give me that Shinola
don’t keep me in suspense
you know damned well
the old dog done jumped the fence
the cat’s out of the bag
the horse already left the barn
same old story
same old tired yarn

don’t pitch a fit
don’t pull a stunt
you know damned well
that dog don’t hunt
and this old alley cat
just has two things on his mind
its the same old same old
every time