Mustache Man

Launching loony thoughts into the bending of your mind 
You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find 
He's a king dust demon with an icepick smile 
His music fills your feathers as you feel your passions fly 

With the mustache man on the carpet of his van 
You can feel your fatty tissues giving way to sweaty hands 
And the woofers keep distorting and the tweeters kiss the girls 
His horn-rimmed glasses lights a square beneath his curls 

I have wasted so much time 
I have wasted so much time 

He is like a politician who is practicing a speech 
He is racing, he is pacing, he is sleeping on his beat 
As the sky begins to darken and the waves begin to roll 
You can feel the oceans rising as you're losing all control 

And meanwhile back at the Candlerock Lounge 
It is past 11:30 and your friends are getting down 
They're applying purple eyeshadow, drinking warm beer 
They're wondering where you went to when you told them you'd be here 

I have wasted so much time 
I have wasted so much time 

I have wasted so much time 
I have wasted so much time