Ohh...Where are you now
I`m over here
We`ve got those empty pockets
And we can`t afford the beer
We`re smoking holes and we`ve got only dreams
And we`re so damn drunk we can`t see the stairs
The apple cart upset my head`s little brain
This little moon in the sky upset my head with a brain
I saw it yippee, I did, I swear
Walking through the hallway
Crawling up the stairs
Abebe baby baby baby Bekila
Given up on whisky
Taken up with tequila
I`m on my own in my blind alley
I turn myself around
So it`s swallowing me
Watch the guitar
Watch the guitar
Groovy groovy people
We`re all groovy groovy people
Groovy groovy people
We`re all groovy groovy people
Groovy groovy people
Groovy groovy people
I wonder why
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Me and the wall
We`re okay, we`re okay
F-F-Faustus you`ve got nothing to fear
It may be hell down there
`Cause it`s heaven up here
I`d have given forever for a few good years
But too much of a muchness is to much you hear
The hammer on my chest was an abominable pain
the anvil on my belly was an abdominal strain
We`ve got the bottle
Go take the bottle
Go take a sip