I spend all the time on hallucinations

Since I want let myself believe that

The neighborhood madman is coming my way

He's really a prince in disguise and is coming my way

Over my dead body

The sound of the ocean and the roar of the crowd

Are not a very well kept secret

He wants me to lose control

As the city holds his breath until the end of times

Mercy will make me laugh

The bastard town speaks only of money

The family doctor says I'm chronic

I know at least we're food fot maggots

So another full bottle is all that matters