Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home Songtext
i'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty
pour 'em and lay me on down.
There's nothing but windmills and smokestacks as far as these two eyes can see. My world is crammed into this backpack. Sleep don't come easy to me.
Man, I gotta get back to the city and get back to poundin' that beat. This list of failures ain't pretty. The smell of these trees ain't that sweet. Fuck all that's happened before this. I'll do all my looking ahead. I'll do all my living and drinking and sleep if off after i'm dead.
These are the last days of disco, the final farewell. The fiddle is paying. That's the fire you smell.
Goodbye.
I'm going home.
pour 'em and lay me on down.
There's nothing but windmills and smokestacks as far as these two eyes can see. My world is crammed into this backpack. Sleep don't come easy to me.
Man, I gotta get back to the city and get back to poundin' that beat. This list of failures ain't pretty. The smell of these trees ain't that sweet. Fuck all that's happened before this. I'll do all my looking ahead. I'll do all my living and drinking and sleep if off after i'm dead.
These are the last days of disco, the final farewell. The fiddle is paying. That's the fire you smell.
Goodbye.
I'm going home.
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