Senile Dementia lyrics
by The Saints
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 & 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
& 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 & heaven
I have the feeling that I want you to see me
When I hold on; for so long
& 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