  I fill it up,  I fill it up And take a shot from this cup I strum along,  I strum along Memorizing the lyrics of this song The watering can with holes on it's end Feelings of constipation quikly sink in The watering can with holes on it's end Can't help it i just fall thru the ceiling I tear them down,  I tear them down Pictures of myself,  faded and frowned I'm far too late,  I'm far too late I have no room to suffocate The watering can with holes on it's end No use still fighting for nothing The watering can with holes on it's end I shall start to shout,  no time for pretend 
