歌词
Behind, beneath, below a certain
Level of intoxication
Hidden like a joyful bundle
A prisoner of inebriation
If you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes?
The modicum of sympathy and
Portrait from the empathetic
More than just a head is aching
Now you are apologetic
I wouldn't have the need to doubt you
If your trappings weren't synthetic
And if you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes?
And if you stopped to think
Would you be surprised
That it's clouding up your eyes
And it's raining from your skies?
And you'll have to be the one
To let you know what you already know
And you'll have to be the one
To let you know, to let you know
Don't pretend the scapegoat's heavy
I see little stacked against you
Don't invent another venom
Self-infliction will prevent you
By the time you get this message
Some poor notion might spend you
And if you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes?
And if you stopped to think
Would you be surprised
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And it's raining from your skies?
That it's clouding up your eyes
And it's draining your supplies?
