Pardon The Light

I can sit around and bitch about shit like this all day
A god given gift to look luck in the eye and still make a list of complaints
I'm never satisfied
No, this cheese doesn't go with the wine

From where I sit roasting on this spit you seem fine
Dear governor I'm knee deep in shit
The punishments don't fit the crime

Pardon the light (x3)

The lines on my face make me nauseous to say the least
They're gonna fade
Scalped to the bone on the side of my skull
Where my temples had the nerve to turn grey

Are you satisfied?

My masseuse is always misusing their time

From where I sit roasting on this spit you seem fine
Dear governor I'm knee deep in shit
The punishments don't fit the crime

Pardon the light (x7)