Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home Songtext
The Falcon
von God Don't Make No Trash -Or- Up Your Ass With Broken Glass
Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home Songtext
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I'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty
Pour 'em and lay me on down
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.
And get back to poundin' that beat
This long 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 playing, that's the fire you smell.
Goodbye, goodbye....... I'm going home.
Man, I gotta get back to the city
Pour 'em and lay me on down
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.
And get back to poundin' that beat
This long 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 playing, that's the fire you smell.
Goodbye, goodbye....... I'm going home.
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