Ohh...Where are you now

I'm over here

We've got those empty pockets

And we can't afford the beer

We're smoking holes and we've got only dreams

And we're so damn drunk we can't see the stairs







The apple cart upset my head's little brain

This little moon in the sky upset my head with a brain





I saw it yippee, I did, I swear

Walking through the hallway

Crawling up the stairs

Abebe baby baby baby Bekila

Given up on whisky

Taken up with tequila



I'm on my own in my blind alley

I turn myself around

So it's swallowing me





Watch the guitar 

Watch the guitar





Groovy groovy people

We're all groovy groovy people

Groovy groovy people

We're all groovy groovy people

Groovy groovy people

Groovy groovy people





I wonder why

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Me and the wall

We're okay, we're okay





F-F-Faustus you've got nothing to fear

It may be hell down there

'Cause it's heaven up here

I'd have given forever for a few good years

But too much of a muchness is to much you hear







The hammer on my chest was an abominable pain

the anvil on my belly was an abdominal strain



We've got the bottle

Go take the bottle

Go take a sip