Pickwick - Brother Roland lyrics

In the channels of my dreams All my greatest future hits I sit down to a plate of nothing In the pit hole of existence I know It's not even a word My name It means nothing I go to die, you're telling me lies I go to war, like a fool My cells are shaped, like a moon All I can do is cry Can I really sing? I'm standing three steps from the altar I'm sitting by the window As they come looking for my brother The pusher ain't nobody's brother All I can do is sit down and cry A baby is to be loved I'll watch your baby I could use the money