Pete de Freitas - Heaven Up Here lyrics

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 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