Objects on the sign point the wrong way
Straight into the barrel
Like a winter's long delay
You pick the shortest straw always
The ladies will collect today
You lose
Weight on either foot
Sit sideways up against the wall
Standing the right way
Your smile turns into grimace
And your face is at its thinnest
And you bruise
Straight into the barrel
Like a winter's long delay
You pick the shortest straw always
The ladies will collect today
You lose
Weight on either foot
Sit sideways up against the wall
Standing the right way
Your smile turns into grimace
And your face is at its thinnest
And you bruise