I spend all the time on hallucinations
Since I want let myself believe that
The neighborhood madman is coming my way
He's really a prince in disguise and is coming my way
Over my dead body
The sound of the ocean and the roar of the crowd
Are not a very well kept secret
He wants me to lose control
As the city holds his breath until the end of times
Mercy will make me laugh
The ba*tard town speaks only of money
The family doctor says I'm chronic
I know at least we're food fot maggots
So another full bottle is all that matters