Feel so washed up today
Haven't really got much to say
Blood on the pillow of my bed
Explains the pain thats in my head
Sometimes I don't know which way to go
Sometimes I can't tell, but it's just as well
'Cos I'm walking on a high wire
High wire
Oh won't someone let me in
I'm stinking and I'm full of gin
No need to close the door so fast
I'm very fragile not built to last
Sometimes I don't know which way to go
Soetimes I can't tell