Letra de 'Oh! How Clintonian Of Me' de Orange Island

maybe at home drunk is everyone's better half
maybe we've finally stopped living in the past dwelling over the dead
maybe it's here, finally the future that I've heard so much about
maybe this is what we turn to though it is still booze that we burn for

and I know that that might sound sad and pathetic
but it's something to which we've all grown dependent on

and believe me, it makes for better nights
because sometimes truth can only be seen through
these ambered lights that we hold in our hands and suck down
so find your truth and suck it down, suck it up and be a mess

and I know that that might sound even more sad and pathetic
but it's something to which we've all grown dependent on
and I know or at least I suppose so
actually, you know what: fuck it! I don't want to know how it sounds
because home isn't just the roof over your head
it's the same drinks to your right and same friends to the left
it's something that's always worth the wait
and is something that's always worth missing when we're away