The Scene Selection lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm all messed up again
I can't hold the coffee cup, but then
It's so cold
The Plaza's spinning 'round
I'm dizzy from driving up and down
The scene selection's bands gigs lists all jam-band hybrids

[Verse 2]
That speaker's all but blown
It so loud in here at least at home
There's no crowd
I don't know anyone
At least at home there's grass and warm rum
The scene sucks you in but sucks when you're within

[Chorus 1]
What'cha wanna do? What'cha wanna do?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

[Verse 3]
Oh, let's call it a night
This quite hopeless plight
And there's melodies inside my head ascending and descending
Next weekend comes bringing all brand-new doldrums
[Chorus 2]
What'cha wanna do? What'cha wanna do?
I don't know
I don't know