There is no pain, my bodies drained

I never should of had that fourth slice straight

We gathered round, the lost and found

But my jerks of attention let me down



Well I took the first one,

And I pulled it back.

And what was once green

Had all turned black, had all turned black

And there was nothing left to say.



I'm ten foot tall, the world's so small

I know it all when I'm wasted

What you see, inside of me

Has been set free when I'm wasted, wasted.



I'm getting there, my constant stare

And I don't think I'll move from this chair

We've got them both, Archers of loaf

And the Stone Roses in the stereo



Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted



I don't want to be straight, don't want to be straight

I don't want to be wasted, wasted, wasted, don't