The Ballad of Fletcher Reese Songtext
von The Smyrk

I don′t drink, I don't smoke
We were out late, and as a joke
She dropped a sodium pentothal
In my Coke now I′m flushed
My mouth's dry, my face wet,
Beneath the bare lightbulb in the basement
As I move to strike the statement
I just lost my self-effacing cool

She said "baby do you feel alright?"
She chuckled,
And I tried to ask her a favor

I wanna take the fifth, cause there's some things you just don′t wanna know
You′re gonna wish I did, cause there's some things you just don′t wanna know

"Baby are my jeans too tight? Where did you really go last night?"
How can I avoid this fight if I can't keep my lips shut tight?


A hustle, a gamble
A handicap that I can′t handle
She lit up, like Roman candle,
That shot straight for my throat well I choked
I stalled, I sputtered,
She hung on each word I stuttered,
Sometimes to protect each other
The truth is silver, silence is gold

I would love to confess,
But I can't control what′s been comin' out
Cause me and my jaw ain't speakin′
Me and the claw had a fallin′ out
I just can't work in this condition
My whole life is a work of fiction
I hold myself in contempt
Why should you be any different?