Royal Lawns

You know your place, beside the fueled sun (oil refinery)

This drunken town, you know you do

And I can wait, to do the drinking

Because no one knows what I'm gonna do right?

You always wait by the riverside

And you are placed, oh they're gone

And in this land, drinking turpentine

And there's this time, I'll know, I don't know?

See the waves have been to the countryside

And to your graves your will is due

And in your mind, sip with turpentine

And in your heart, oh it's like a grave.

You always go, where the weather is

And in the slow, stretch of the sea

And in your mind, you sip with turpentine

And in your brain, I think you're fine.