The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino
Don’t mind the crowds
Search for the spaces
Turn around time goes on (Turn around time’s gone)
A day to day basis (Take ten paces)
Been up ahead
Can’t made head or tail of it
I drink till I’m drunk
And I smoke till I’m senseless
See you black and white
Feel in slow motion
I drown myself in sorrow
Until I wake up tomorrow
The illusion of confusion is not from where I am sat
Different recycles resemble me
Different levels of the devils company.

They lead us outside, take us out quietly
To the cage through the bars
You see scars: results of my rage
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping whino
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping whino
The mind’s a crowd, search for the the spaces
And turn around time’s gone, I take ten paces.
Been up ahead – can’t make head or tale of it
I drink till I’m drunk, and I smoke till I’m senseless.
You see in black and white, feel in slow motion,
I drown myself in sorrow, until I wake up tomorrow
(The illusion of, until I wake up)