I pour my brain into a can
and beer swamps my mind
turning me from a man
into something less defined
an open wound
with raw emotions bleeding forth
the night becomes a swamp
as the brew takes its course
I'm falling down into
a black lagoon
pour me a pint of my best friend
and set them up again.
A melancholy anger weeps
in shadows of lost hope
the mutant climbs inside my eyes
and sanity is soaked.
the taste is sweet and satisfies
a midnight afternoon
i am sinking slowly
in the potion's black lagoon
I'm falling down into
a black lagoon
pour me a pint of my best friend
and set them up again.
Pour me a glass of cold dark beer
and don't ask me to smile at you, my dear
there's no answer in the bottle
however hard i look
there's no wisdom in that cocktail
however hard it's shook