down in the gutter of my life story I`m lying in a bed with a dream playing in my head spitting blood into a test tube I used to be half a man I used to be useful I walk with the demons and the devils shadowboxing the ghosts of my reflection in windows all the pigeons and the statues are staring down at me at the drunk and the disorderly
paper bag bottles in the wardrobe stealing from the shops where I once bought my hope all wrapped up in a plastic bag lying still while the human race step over the rags I`ll name the names in my diatribe posthumously posted on my website milkmen and taxi drivers are last men on the street and the drunk and the disorderly
who am I, who are you who is the god that we how down to who are we, who are they who is the master, who is the slave
I stepped out of the present tense I cut the umbilical chord of reality I don`t know where this really is or where all this illusion really begins I keep an old business card inside my shoes an anonymous connection to the life I once used curtains moving in the council houses on the grey estates of the drunk and the disorderly
who am I, who are you who is the god that we bow down to who are we, who are they who is the master, who is the slave
I am powerless there is a greater power as I understand it within myself I`m ready for changing I`m ready to be changed hear my voice call and be called I know where the bodies have been buried I know things only the dead should know all above me all around me within and without are the drunk and the disorderly the drunk and the disorderlyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
