Mark Lenover Count Your Calves Lyrics

When you're comfortable you sit and smoulder
You sit at home with a paper and a bottle of Southern Comfort
You just can't be bothered
And if an old regret snakes its way through
You just do what the others do
You set your mind to looking forward
You do what you've got to do

But then you feel sometimes like you're getting older
You can't have much time left to ignore it
You're cold
Then you fall asleep counting your calves
And the offerings they need to keep you placid and cold

You've got a house, your pride, a fence, a pool A bar, a clique, a mirror and a satelite
To keep you occupied
You have kids, a wife, a job, a future
If you had sense you could've made it into something valuable
But you sold yourself short

So, you feel sometimes like you're getting older
You can't have much time left to ignore it
You're cold
Then you fall asleep counting your calves
And the offerings they need to keep you placid and cold
Then you count your calves and their golden teeth
And they keep you guessing
Until you wake up cold