baby Britain feels the bestfloating over a sea of vodka

separated from the rest

fights problems with bigger problems

sees the ocean fall and rise

counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her

water pouring from her eyes

alcoholic and very bitter



for someone half as smartyou'd be a work of art

you put yourself apart

and I can't help until you start



we knocked another couple back

the dead soldiers lined up on the table

still prepared for an attack

they didn't know they'd been disabled

felt a wave, a rush of blood

you won't be happy 'til the bottle's broken

and you're out swimming in the flood

you kept back you kept unspoken



for someone half as smartyou'd be a work of art

you put yourself apart

and I can't help until you start



you got a look in your eye

when you're saying goodbye

like you wanna say hi



the light was on but it was dim

revolver's been turned over

and now it's ready once again

the radio was playing