Lyrics
(Ooh)
What's the matter with the boy?
(Ooh)
Did he really have to be so sure?
But you're not thinking
Ride around without a sound, restless boy in restless town
And you commence to drinking
A bottle up, a bottle down
A bottle white, a bottle brown
Another day peels away
(Ooh)
What's the matter with the boy?
(Ooh)
Do you really wanna know, will you try?
Part of the process
Is sifting through the piles of shit
Tell us you don't mind a bit
From a different angle
Such power rarely deviates in times of love, in times of hate
Another spring will come
Faithful friends all around
You wonder why you feel so low
Look at me, if you really want to see the comedy and the clown
(Ooh)
What's the matter with the boy?
(Ooh)
Has he really given up for sure?
Here's a new solution
Be square and kind to all your friends
Stop staring through the bitter lens
Ancient institution
This learning not demonstrate, your asinine, and callous traits
It could take some practice, I know
It could take some practice, I know
