This feels like I'm drowning in my own head

Get a shaky feeling then the feeling's already dead

I walk around cross-eyed for half of the day (hey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)

I run into the walls and call another vieux carré

So stir me up another Luxardo in the middle

Till I no longer feel a thing

Stuck in a rye sundown

Operating till I'm losing my mind

My dearest benedictine:

I'm old-fashioned guy till they throw me away

This feels like I'm drowning in a shrunken skull

Started with a shaky feeling, now it's already dull

I walk around cross-eyed for half of the day (hey-еy, hey-ey-ey-еy)

I stumble into church and call another hurricane

So shake me up another painkiller in the middle

Till I no longer feel my legs

Stuck in a Mai Tai sundown

Operating 'til I'm losing my mind

They'll turn us into zombies, take us to Bali Bali

Then throw us away

Then they'll throw us away

They'll throw us away