We're all strangers to ourselves
We know damn well there is a truth
You had me all worked up camus
You only knew how I was feelin'
I hit the bottle
And I hit the bottom
I sat down before the nothingness
Staring at the face of a stranger
Dancin' with the devil by firelight
Waiting on him to tighten his grip
Waiting on him to slip
We have the mind of willy loman and the will of blowing leaves
We have the purpose
We have the dream
We are concious of conciousness but we're never self aware
I wanna sit down with cs lewis for a smoke a warm lager and theology
Pose a question from sartre's pages
Discuss it at the pub
Down with the sex!
I get down with the sex!
I should close my tab and go
No thank you
I'm alright to drive