Dark dark bar
Bright bright day
A man in a yellow suit
Pushes his drink away
He’s looking at the bottles
Lookin' at them real hard
He’s looking at the bottles
When those walls come tumbling down (down, down)
Feels someone near
Feels someone pour it down
Feels someone burn
Feels something
He’s looking at the bottles
Lookin' at them real hard
He’s looking at the bottles
When those walls come tumbling down (down, down)
Ah but there was not a time
When the walls came tumbling down
That the flush of brotherly love
Rushing through the drug-induced
Generosity of my veins
Like a pack of drunken hounds
Begging and bobbing through the alley ways
Of the long spiral down
Ah there was not a time
That did not contain within all this
A glimpse of the devil leering at me
Like there was some deep dark secret
That we shared
Not, no way, no how, not now
Dark dark bar
Bright bright day
The man in a yellow suit
Stares at his water
Stares at his water
Stares at his water, water, water