Tekstovi: Floater. Alcoholic.

Very soon now...
Something will crack.

Something will crack.

Alcoholic.

Yeah.

"...hey, dammit..."

Something from my bottle of wine
sinking in my head.
Television picking at a piece of my brain.
And the next door neighbor thinks I'm insane.
I'm sinking into my death...
I'm sinking.

And in the end
just like the crowd
When I go up
but they come down.
And it's a fine life
that I lead
Ooh, satisfaction guaranteed.

When I'm drunk
and when I drown
I'd like to fuck
but then come down.

Sinking wisdom I left for fiction
But I find I'm
sinking into my death.

Wonder if it's something like the way they treat me...?
Motherfucker better not come out and beat me...

I'm sinking into my death...
I'm sinking.

This sickening sin,
my only home...
is not enough
just to die alone...
but is a symptom
of my disease.
Stiff and restless.
So hard to please.

What would you plan
when you come down
if no one wanted you around?
Yeah.

Sinking from my bottle of wine,
sinking into my death.
Television picking at a piece of my brain.
Next door neighbor thinks I'm insane.
I'm sinking into my death...

help.

And in the end
just like a crowd...
when I go up
and they come down.
And it's a fine life
that I lead,
satisfaction guaranteed.
What would you plan
when you come down
if no one wanted you around?