Saints Senile Dementia Lyrics

39 days in a certified line Out in the jungle where the weather is fine Run into someone wearing a straw hat Trying to sell me the latest scam 40 days & 40 nights See the world with my rusted shut eyes Down from the suburbs where the air is clear Have to say that our git is near I have the feeling that I want you to see me when I hold on; for so long & I can't believe it when you tell the reason is all gone

Drinking in Budapest drinking through a lie You should have heard them the very first time Must have been down there on page 97 One of three steps between here & heaven I have the feeling that I want you to see me When I hold on; for so long & I think that you might have to see sometime when the weather cracks the men in black I have the feeling that I want you to see me hold on — for so long I get the feeling that you just don't believe me — now I say hold on
Went into a restaurant asked for a beer They say how can I help you my dear I've got two left feet and both of them are under the table This sort of thing keeps you firm in the cradle