He’s sitting in his sitting-room and he’s having another drink
The way it works is alcohol somehow helps him to think
He’s sitting with no sense of time, no sound and just one light
He knows he’s going crazy or going somewhere that ain’t right.
He’s sitting in his sitting room defending all he does
He’s got another drink again and thinks on who he was
But nothing ever changes his life is all the same
There’s no reward there’s no forward there’s only empty pain.
He’s sitting in his sitting room and he dreams of pouring rain
He didn’t even notice life is now a simple blame game
And what to do and how to do it permeate his brain
There’s no reward there’s no forward there’s only empty pain.