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 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 confusion is not from where I am sat
Different levels of the devil's 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 wino
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino 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
I drown myself in sorrow, until I wake up tomorrow
I drown myself in, I drown myself in
The illusion of confusion is not from where I am sat
