I went out to see the sights
Then I stood upon a mountain wondering how I got so high
Now I see signs
That happy hour's over and I'm sober get a fucking life
And get outside
I got a whole lot more than debt
I got a pack of cigarettes and some rye
And when I die
I can say I've been to Yankton and boy, was it a feast for the eyes
I found work to build a life
Pouring pints of entertainment
Till they pass out on the pavement outside
Tell me what's that like
Getting consumed by your rage in an invisible cage in your mind
That's so much time
That you spent collecting rent
To give it all to government but that's life
So I just smile
When you've got nothing to lose and boy, that's a feast for the eyes
I'm trying not to fall asleep in this graveyard
In case I close my eyes and never wake up
And if I spend another night here in this same bar
I'll never find my way to the door
You fucked up the other night
Getting high on aspirations, misplaced my inspiration to fight
And I despise
That talk is cheap on Princess street
And I don't care to hear you speak twice
So my advice
Is to shut your mouth and sit
This town's too small for talking shit it won't fly
I guess that's why
You've never been to Yankton and boy, you missed a feast for the eyes
I'm trying not to fall asleep in this graveyard
In case I close my eyes and never wake up
And if I spend another night here in this same bar
I'll never find my way to the door
If I can't peel myself off the floor
I guess I'll shut my eyes in this graveyard