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The idea for this song came from a combination of whiskey and bitterness (isn't it amazing how some of the best songs were written by people feeling their worst?)...
LIP SERVICE
Oh, well, I feel so loose tonight, I might fall to pieces/So get prepared to sweep me out the door/And I could be horizontal by the time the music ceases/So I better get familiar with the floor.
I keep going back to the same old things I always do--hey there, Floorboards, it's been awhile; how are you?
CHORUS: Lip service--that's all you're gonna get from me/How could you believe I'd take you seriously?/With your cheap rewards, your blackmail and your comical rage/Just remember you'll only be the star as long as you're on your stage.
All the signposts on this road point the same way/I don't bother to look, I just stare at my shoes/I'll put the light out now 'cuz there's nothing more to see/And it's all been lost, so now there's nothing more to lose.
But you could have said you loved me very painlessly--I'd have done the same for you before you said to me:
CHORUS.
