I'm thirsty, oh lord, I'm so thirsty
Pour 'em and lay me on down
I'm thirsty, oh lord, I'm so thirsty
Pour 'em and lay me on down
There's nothing but windmills and smokestacks
As far as these two eyes can see
My world is crammed into this backpack
Sleep don't come easy to me
Man, I gotta get back to the city
Get back to pounding that beat
This long list of failures ain't pretty
The smell of these trees ain't that sweet
Fuck all that's happened before this
I'll do all my looking ahead
I'll do all my living and drinking
And sleep it off after I'm dead
I'm thirsty, oh lord, I'm so thirsty
Pour 'em and lay me on down
I'm thirsty, oh lord, I'm so thirsty
Pour 'em and lay me on down
Man, I gotta get back to the city
Get back to pounding that beat
This long list of failures ain't pretty
The smell of these trees ain't that sweet
Fuck all that's happened before this
I'll do all my looking ahead
I'll do all my living and drinking
And sleep it off after I'm dead
These are the last days of disco
The final farewell
The fiddle is playing
That's the fire you smell
These are the last days of disco
The final farewell
The fiddle is playing
That's the fire you smell
Goodbye
Goodbye
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
Going home
Going home