You know your place, beside the fueled sun (oil refinery)
This drunken town, you know you do
And I can wait, to do the drinking
Because no one knows what I'm gonna do right?
You always wait by the riverside
And you are placed, oh they're gone
And in this land, drinking turpentine
And there's this time, I'll know, I don't know?

See the waves have been to the countryside
And to your graves your will is due
And in your mind, sip with turpentine
And in your heart, oh it's like a grave.
You always go, where the weather is
And in the slow, stretch of the sea
And in your mind, you sip with turpentine
And in your brain, I think you're fine.