There's a dirt road that goes To where all the darkness hides Over the hill Lined with the thorn of pining The wind is soft through the trail Where the drum of flesh resides My friends I know you've been there We were standing side by side Lonely loneliness Lonely loneliness There' a martyr in my bed He's standing on his head My friends lets see to each other That we don't go too far And wake ourselves on Saturday's For walks in the park Believe in the sun rise Unfold and go Lonely loneliness Lonely loneliness There's a martyr in my bed He's standing on his head