Senile Dementia - The Saints

39 days in a certified line

Out in the jungle where the weather is fine

Run into someone wearing a straw hat

Trying to sell me the latest scam

40 days & 40 nights

See the world with my rusted shut eyes

Down from the suburbs where the air is clear

Have to say that our git is near

I have the feeling that I want you to see me

When I hold on;

for so long

& I can’t believe it when you tell

The reason is all gone

Drinking in Budapest drinking through a lie

You should have heard them the very first time

Must have been down there on page 97

One of three steps between here & heaven

I have the feeling that I want you to see me

When I hold on;

for so long

& I think that you might have to see sometime

When the weather cracks the men in black

I have the feeling that I want you to see me hold on

— for so long

I get the feeling that you just don’t believe me

— now I say hold on

Went into a restaurant asked for a beer

They say how can I help you my dear

I’ve got two left feet and both of them

Are under the table

This sort of thing keeps you firm in the cradle