You walk around and
You're falling down and
Everyone sounds like they're loving you

Hey child - This isn't quite real
It's more like a fantasy
And when you come to
You will be a wallflower like the rest of them

Drinking is cheating
It's dizzy dreaming
And far too easy
Sober up and learn to feel the burn

Yes, this poison is manufactured
Yet helps my dead mind to rapture
This creation stems from intoxication

Is it raining? is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a'blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a'glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes! the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they certainly aren't showing
Any signs that they are slowing...