The Western - Blancmange

I’m having a battle with myself

I’m losing every round

To dignity and health

The mother of all battles

Will be with my fear

Friends will be lost

Along with my beer

It’s dark dark dark down here

I hate to feel closed in

But it’s bright too bright out there

I find your light blinding

Hear me out

Now the thing I fear most is myself

Fears a true loyal servant to me

Through the peaks and the troughs

And the mud and the blood and the beer

It’s dark dark dark down here

I hate to feel closed in

But it’s bright too bright out there

I find your light blinding

The blood of the wound in the deepest of cuts

Would hurt so much less if love would not clot

It’s dark dark dark down here

I hate to be closed in

Yeah!

I’m having a fight with myself

I’m losing every round to dignity and health

The mother of all battles will be with fear

Friends will be spilt along with my bear

It’s dark dark dark down here

I hate to feel closed in

But it’s bright too bright out there

I find your light blinding