The waters flow here in this cynic's paradise

So nice to be a part of something, and it's nice

So nice for you to pay attention

Long enough for me to mention

Chorus:

We toast our drinks and drink the wine

And whine about all of the times

Times are short

And we are boken

Broken down and beaten in

And yet we've tried to keep our grin

The necessary words

Unspoken



Well we've been lied to

Oh every time we've listened in

The sin is that we stopped to listen to that sweet song

So long that we've forgotten that the melody is rotten