Give me room for a drunkard

Swaying back and swaying forth

While the city is shining finest

They barricade the doors

I feel a wound in my stomach

Shoding left and shoding right

Deliver me from slumber and fight

Mud in my mouth

From the dust in the sky

I spin to the ground

My tongue forever dry

Keep me in tradition

We're here and here to stay

We're not leaving till the sky reveals

It's lovely morning gray

Here on barren landscapes

I feel our will be done

More powerful that hatred

Or deally in your mouth

Mud in my mouth

From the dust in the sky

I spin to the ground

My tongue forever dry

This bridge will never tremble

And these never die

'Cause we hide it in the pockets

Of you and of I

When they find it they will wonder

How we kept it for so long

Where we chose to hide it

And where they went wrong

Mud in my mouth

From the dust in the sky

I spin to the ground

My tongue forever dry

When the night is over

And I am down the road

Reaching to your pocket

And form that sandy stone

I feel our will be done