Running in circles or running in place
We blow all our money and wrinkle our face
You know that I know that everyone takes it too hard
Trash that batch of forced morality
Wash your hands of fake formality
Take your partners on the sly
Hang 'em high and rub 'em low

Let the grey sun drip in the coffee
Let the grey sun darken the sky
Let the grey sun keep us together
And if we're running low on wine
We'll even let the grey sun shine

Swallowing pride instead of a man
Falling for Susie who's busy with Stan
You know that I know that everyone swears by their word
Oh for Rome in all its decadence
Recreation planned for all events
Take your loving on the run,
Load your gun and shoot the moon