Boat – Beast For Hire lyrics

Pants, lie on the floor.
My girlfriend, well, she walks through the door.
In the dark I'm not a good listener.
My ears close at the sound of the door swinging shut.

Won't you put your new shirt on?
We'll go out,
we'll drive around and around.

I'm a beast for hire.
I don't feel smart,
no, I don't feel smart anymore.

I'm a beast in a middle school choir.
I don't sing straight.
No, I don't even try anymore.