The Saints - Senile Dementia

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 and 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
And 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 and heaven
I have the feeling that I want you to see me
When I hold on; for so long
And 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