Polluted Alcohol - Headspace

I was comatosed

But I have to say

I don’t criticize no one

Every time I drank

I’d be nearly dead

From polluted alcohol

I was sick inside my skull

By the summer could not recall

Tell me if

And I would never mind

If I remembered why

Tell me that

So I can take a photograph

That never fades

Was I compromised

By a bottle saved?

I won’t criticize no one

‘Cos I don’t hear nothing around

But a strange kind of muffled sound

Hey child, it won’t leave us alone

But I can’t understand it all

There’s wonder on the faces

And wonder in the lull

To a strange kind of muffled sound

Hate is all around

Hate is all around

Wonder on the faces

Wonder in the lull

I was sickened by the photograph I saw

Were we compromised

By the bottle saved?

Can’t we criticize no one?

Every time we drank

We were nearly dead

From polluted alcohol

Hey child, listen for the phone

I tell you now, the bell will ring

I don’t hear a rustled tree

Just a strange kind of muffled sound

Just a strange kind of muffled sound

Just a strange kind of muffled sound

There is out there a constant malevolent force

And it seems to move between a parody and common legitimate course

What you don’t understand, you don’t need to question if it’s all the same

‘Cos it’s taken its toll through the lies, the just, and those who treated it

as a game