Fruit juice and coffee,
fruit juice and coffee,
talk,
talk softly,
talk softly,
because my head is raging,
raging hard with the ills of the world,
and vodka,
and my frustrated imagination, and things left unsaid,
because it seems,
you to have get drunk,
to see the world more clearly these days,
and so many,
so many people,
suffer it all, and stumble and fall,
stumble and fall,
under the heavy weight of the world upon their shoulders,
so, here I am with my fruit juice and coffee,
after a heavy night,
so, talk softly, talk softly,
for I am delicate today,
and I will probably be all day,
and maybe I will have the hair of the dog,
and maybe a little wine,
a bottle or two,
because the world has gone wrong,
the world has gone wrong,
and no matter what I seem to do,
no matter what I seem to do,
in this world,
drinking seems the only sensible thing to do.