The final phase, 

A walk on hayes 

A punchbowl argument 

The swallowed flames, 

The drunken dames 

That looked like helium 



I need this now, 

Just like you told me not to 

I breed this now, 

Just get me off of the boat for a little while 



The war it came, 

With fifty men 

That stretched out over their graves 

Declared a war, 

And killed some more 

And killed some more again 



I need this now, 

Just like you told me not to 

I feed this now, 

Just get you off of my back for a little while 

For a while