He believes that life consists of what we get used to
and that’s something’s gotta give.
He believes the clouds hang a little lower than they used to
and he can’t see for rain.
Surrounded, I sit “surrendered to these people”
when I know I just don’t fit.
Petulia oils and purple halls
with peeling posters of dead legends,
it’s the same old shit …

Chorus
But Hey you! - filthy figure skater!
What’s the wager that you’ll slip?
I’m your easy-going everyman
but I ain’t afraid to trip.

These thieves grow thicker
as this nightlife bruises.
See you clutching to what’s left,
their words wash over you,
warmer than the rain,
but you are soaked through.
You’d rather live with the drama
than save yourself again.

Chorus
But Hey you! - filthy figure skater!
What’s the wager that you’ll slip?
I’m your easy-going everyman
but I ain’t afraid to trip.
Be your own day dawning,
not the warning, now listen to me.
But Hey you! - filthy figure skater!
What’s the wager that you’ll slip?