| Song | Looks Like A Mess |
| Artist | Sunday's Best |
| Album | Poised to Break |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sunday's Best | |
| Drank it up slowly | |
| As I looked at the only | |
| People in the room. “ | |
| It's ok to admit that | |
| You have been laughed at,” | |
| Said Mr. Deacon | |
| Blues. Then some broken fool laughed | |
| And hi-fived the bar back, “ | |
| I'll have another round.” | |
| Raised it up to the ceiling, said “ | |
| This one with feeling. | |
| What's the matter with this town.” | |
| If I look like a mess. | |
| I must be a mess. | |
| Kick snare and hi-hat, | |
| Crushed cigarette pack, 2 is coming soon. | |
| Kids on a wall plaque, “ | |
| AYSO Champs, | |
| Summer 1992.” “ | |
| Good hands don't deserve this.” “ | |
| Maybe someday you'll learn kid that | |
| Silence is a sound.” | |
| Raise it up to the ceiling, “ | |
| Make this one with feeling.” | |
| We'll drink until we drown… | |
| Turning on and off and on. |
| zuo qu : Sunday' s Best | |
| Drank it up slowly | |
| As I looked at the only | |
| People in the room. " | |
| It' s ok to admit that | |
| You have been laughed at," | |
| Said Mr. Deacon | |
| Blues. Then some broken fool laughed | |
| And hifived the bar back, " | |
| I' ll have another round." | |
| Raised it up to the ceiling, said " | |
| This one with feeling. | |
| What' s the matter with this town." | |
| If I look like a mess. | |
| I must be a mess. | |
| Kick snare and hihat, | |
| Crushed cigarette pack, 2 is coming soon. | |
| Kids on a wall plaque, " | |
| AYSO Champs, | |
| Summer 1992." " | |
| Good hands don' t deserve this." " | |
| Maybe someday you' ll learn kid that | |
| Silence is a sound." | |
| Raise it up to the ceiling, " | |
| Make this one with feeling." | |
| We' ll drink until we drown | |
| Turning on and off and on. |
| zuò qǔ : Sunday' s Best | |
| Drank it up slowly | |
| As I looked at the only | |
| People in the room. " | |
| It' s ok to admit that | |
| You have been laughed at," | |
| Said Mr. Deacon | |
| Blues. Then some broken fool laughed | |
| And hifived the bar back, " | |
| I' ll have another round." | |
| Raised it up to the ceiling, said " | |
| This one with feeling. | |
| What' s the matter with this town." | |
| If I look like a mess. | |
| I must be a mess. | |
| Kick snare and hihat, | |
| Crushed cigarette pack, 2 is coming soon. | |
| Kids on a wall plaque, " | |
| AYSO Champs, | |
| Summer 1992." " | |
| Good hands don' t deserve this." " | |
| Maybe someday you' ll learn kid that | |
| Silence is a sound." | |
| Raise it up to the ceiling, " | |
| Make this one with feeling." | |
| We' ll drink until we drown | |
| Turning on and off and on. |