Sweated and blooded but to no avail I’m searching for the light Can’t seem to find it in this thin air Urgently need to find what’s right A way forward? A way forward?
And I thought I saw the Lamb of God Standing alone and tall in the milk aisle But Susie said I was just a fraud She must be right as he had headphones in
The smell of old bleach and a boozy hard floor If life is a sickness then this place is the cure Soft tunes on the machine with lights dancing in fun We’re drinking, we’re drinking, And we’ll drink ‘till we’re done