See the pain I hide
Peek through fingers gliding

Down my face, down my face they go
Happiness is lost again
Gotta find, gotta fing my way back home

Creep along the sidewalk
Find another lightpost

To guide my way, guide my way back home
Standing cold, standing all alone
Fell down, heard the whiskey drown my head

(John's Scat)

Swim the colors gliding
Swear the crowd is bleating

Like the sheep, like the sheep, they falter
I'm like a lemming, to the cliffs and ocean
Think I finally found my may home

(John's Scat)