Ballantines Lyrics - @#%&*! Smilers (special Edition) - Aimee Mann

It must be hard ringing the bells 

Of doors that don't swing wide anymore 

It must be hard hearing the sound 

Of voices just inside of the door 

A man who couldn't hold your coat 

Once hung on ever antidote 

So it must be hard watching the fellows gloat 

Ballantines 

It must be hard seeing the same old crowd 

Just pass you by in the street 

It must be tough knowing your stuff 

Could only horrify the elite 

You cut off everyone you know 

Boy you told `em all where to go 

Now it must be hard getting the same heave-ho 

Ballantines 

Well, patrons at the bar in Lexington Kentucky 

Once sprung for every drink you downed 

With things the way they are it's not that kind of party 

'Cause what you've got might just be going around 

The fat cats won't be getting thin 

Seeing the kind of jam you're in 

Though the angels dance on the head of another pin 

Ballantines 

Ballantines 

Ballantines