Feed the Monkey, Drown the Worm or Goin' Home - The Falcon

I’m thirsty, oh lord, I’m so thirsty

Pour 'em and lay me on down

I’m thirsty, oh lord, I’m so thirsty

Pour 'em and lay me on down

There’s nothing but windmills and smokestacks

As far as these two eyes can see

My world is crammed into this backpack

Sleep don’t come easy to me

Man, I gotta get back to the city

And get back to poundin' that beat

This long list of failures ain’t pretty

The smell of these trees ain’t that sweet

Fuck all that’s happened before this

I’ll do all my looking ahead

I’ll do all my living and drinking

And sleep if off after I’m dead

These are the last days of disco, the final farewell

The fiddle is playing, that’s the fire you smell

Goodbye, goodbye… I’m going home