Drowning
Flying Squid
Last ones left alive
Last stars in the sky
No one's gonna die
Better just a lie, sometimes
To cry sometimes, i
Have to dig my fingers deep into my eyes
Have to think about the people that i lied
Being turned away
Being turned away
From me
20 years on
20 years gone
Joy and pain
Gone down the drain
Into the ground
It's making a sound
So sweet and strange
So sweet and strange
Bastard and his son
Cowboy and his gun
Body when it falls, in line
We fall in line, I
I'm not drowning, I just can't breathe
Or i'm breathing but thе air is the sea
Being turnеd inside
Being turned inside
By me
20 years on
Still banging that gong
Playing shitty songs, and
Singing em wrong
Singing em wrong
You're singing em wrong
Still banging that gong
I won't be too long