| Avert your eyes it’s plain to see |
| That I could burn them out |
| But you and I could hope to be |
| Two friends without a doubt |
| When we’re in the hall the alcohol’s |
| The stench that you notice I know |
| It’s my medicine that keeps it in |
| Keeps everyone 'round me devout |
| Can you help me get out? |
| Everyone just wanders 'round |
| And stares at the floor 'cause they’re scared |
| Of looking up and finding me |
| Waiting to turn them into a flare |
| Just you wait Medusa’s snakes got nothing on what I can do |
| But the yonder mountain’s there I swear |
| I have a prayer that you’ll make it too |
| What can we do? |
| Mother’s gone and father too |
| I’m the only one left to my name |
| Both swore off the offspring game |
| When they birthed their own servant of flame |
| It’s an accident that paid the rent |
| At a rate that removed both their souls |
| Come on they’re gone just play along |
| Until we find words that can roll |
| What is the toll? |
| Pass me a drink tell me what are you thinking |
| I just want to get out of here |
| Somewhere to think where survival don’t involve beer |
| Pass me a drink and it’s best not to think |
| That the wrong look might send you to hell |
| Cause the alcohol’s not quite the ball |
| You’re used to when you live in fear |
| Get out of here |
| Let’s get out of here |
| Curse the curse that makes me a curse |
| I’m a little perturbed can’t you see |
| First the hearse then I’ll write down a verse |
| If it don’t affect my psyche |
| Depressed at best I might attest disconnects me emotionally |
| Incensed at rest is how I’m blessed |
| So I’ll stress that I’ll feel if I’m free |
| Well can you pass me a drink tell me what are you thinking |
| I just want to get out of here |
| Somewhere to think where survival don’t involve beer |
| Pass me a drink and it’s best not to think |
| That the wrong look might send you to hell |
| Incensed at rest is how I’m blessed |
| I’ll attest and I hope you can tell |
| I hope you can tell |
| I hope you can tell |