Hot Seat

Ventolin and Vivarin and primatene

secret tequila shots and a patch of morphine

in the morning and in the throes

what a great day to come out of a coma

I've been in the hot seat sweating it out

oh, sweating it out

sweating it out

sweating it out

I touch the telephone it falls away

I think they call it empathy

but not this way

I put my lips on the sound hole

my tongue is finally warming

but my brain is charcoal

I've been in the hot seat sweating it out

oh, sweating it out

sweating it out

sweating it out

not much later, fall out of favor

pretty soon I know I'll do

precisely what I wanted not to do

maybe I slipped up and learned a lesson

to work my proclivity towards second guessing

I was too naive and enthusiastic

to keep my trap shut

and my monkey in a motherfuckin' basket

I've been in the hot seat sweating it out

oh, sweating it out

sweating it out

sweating it out