Ventolin and Vivarin and primatene
Secret tequila shots and a patch of morphine
In the morning and in the throes
What a great day to come out of a coma

I've been in the hot seat sweating it out
Oh, sweating it out
Sweating it out
Sweating it out

I touch the telephone it falls away
I think they call it empathy
But not this way
I put my lips on the sound hole
My tongue is finally warming
But my brain is charcoal
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I've been in the hot seat sweating it out
Oh, sweating it out
Sweating it out
Sweating it out

Not much later, fall out of favor
Pretty soon I know I'll do
Precisely what I wanted not to do

Maybe I slipped up and learned a lesson
To work my proclivity towards second guessing
I was too naive and enthusiastic
To keep my trap shut
And my monkey in a motherfuckin' basket

I've been in the hot seat sweating it out
Oh, sweating it out
Sweating it out
Sweating it out