Give me room for a drunkard Swaying back and swaying forth While the city is shining finest They barricade the doors I feel a wound in my stomach Shoding left and shoding right Deliver me from slumber and fight Mud in my mouth From the dust in the sky I spin to the ground My tongue forever dry Keep me in tradition We're here and here to stay We're not leaving till the sky reveals It's lovely morning gray Here on barren landscapes I feel our will be done More powerful that hatred Mud in my mouth From the dust in the sky I spin to the ground My tongue forever dry This bridge will never tremble 'Cause we hide it in the pockets Of you and of I When they find it they will wonder How we kept it for so long Where we chose to hide it And where they went wrong Mud in my mouth From the dust in the sky I spin to the ground My tongue forever dry When the night is over And I am down the road Reaching to your pocket And form that sandy stone I feel our will be done