Odds - Satisfied Lyrics
Add it to the list of square jawed decisions I refuse to makefor the same reason San Fransiscans don't leave on accout of an earthquakeThere are textbook moves and trails to blaze no shortage of adviceso I'm blindly staying put like a deer caught in the headlightsAfter all those songs (I'm satisfied)I could be horribly wrong (I'm satisfied)'Til disaster comes along (I'm satisfied)Taken in the back to get my ear chewing better that then learnThey'll be wiping simple smiles off my face until it's someone else's turnI like the smell and endure the taste of everything that's cheaperand when he asks me, "Did you have a good time?" I'll say, "Get the lightsMr. Grim Reaper"After all those songs (I'm satisfied)I could be horribly wrong (I'm satisfied)'Til disaster comes along (I'm satisfied)Turn on the reading light as the room brings in the nightCompletely wasted time is the time that I likeAfter all those songs (I'm satisfied)I could be horribly wrong (I'm satisfied)'Til disaster comes along (I'm satisfied
