Douglas

I've been getting fewer calls

Spinning under mirror balls

Sleeping in broken parts of town

I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling down

My aims are low my tales are tall

Published mostly on toilet walls

I flush my best thoughts underground

They're gone they're gone they get around

My hands are really shaking now

I'm carrying the sacred cow

Limp and cold in my arms

Ring ring ring the alarm

I know about the secret war

I've seen the bodies washed ashore

And every tomb's a stepping stone

I dance I dance I dance alone

I've seen the face of someone near

Blow up in smoke and disappear

Oh walk with me Oh don't be shy

We climb we climb we're getting high

My hands are really

My hands are really

My hands are really

My hands are really

My hands are really shaking now

I'm carrying the sacred cow

Limp and cold in my arms

Ring ring ring the alarm