Im thirsty, oh lord, Im so thirsty Pour em and lay me on down Im thirsty, oh lord, Im so thirsty Pour em and lay me on down Theres nothing but windmills and smokestacks As far as these two eyes can see My world is crammed into this backpack Sleep dont come easy to me Man, I gotta get back to the city And get back to poundin that beat This long list of failures aint pretty The smell of these trees aint that sweet Fuck all thats happened before this Ill do all my looking ahead Ill do all my living and drinking And sleep if off after Im dead These are the last days of disco, the final farewell The fiddle is playing, thats the fire you smell Goodbye, goodbye....... Im going home
thirsty, pour, smell, em, poundin