The world's gone mad and the world's gone grey. What wicked games the people play. Make my way to squatted grounds. The only place i'm to be found. I ain't got time for dropping behind. I ain't got trouble in my frame of mind. Through a door in a cracked up place, I feel the thunder of disgrace. So come on, have a drink A life of pain or a life of fame, everyone will die the same. I push against the wasted crowd, zombified by angry sounds. So come on, have a drink Follow through, make the claim, shout it out and break the ground. So come on, have a drink I feel the thunder of disgrace, standing here with equal souls. I trash around in a crazy state, feedback slamming off the walls. So come on, have a drink I still run along with you...