He woke up plastered and stumbling
A full night of gin, pale sweat and seduction
Are all but distant memories inside the heart of this shattered beast
I have seen the end and it's not here in this city amongst the beggars and the liars
where must I travel to go beyond borders of the clinically insane
far past the concept of mastermind straight into the heart of disbelief
light a match and burn the whole place to the ground
collect an ounce of the ash and bring it right back home to hang on the f**ing mantel
And this is how we begin.......