Cold Sweat

Throat's dry and clothes are wet

And how much I try, I drink all the liqueur

I can get

The men move in again, helmets glittering in the sun

Is this for real, men die in this crazy orgy of blood?

Throat's dry and clothes are wet

And how much I try, I drink all the liqueur

I can get

Dreams come and go, drinks on and on

Not much for a help, in search for a happier life

Cold sweat runs down my back.

Throat's dry and clothes are wet

And how much I try, I drink all the liqueur

I can get

Mice move in, men disappear out of sight

Crawling in my brain, the worms in my head and I am

not even dead

Cold sweat runs down my back.

Cigarette lights

I don't see your face

I don't see your face

But you bring me down

But you bring me down

But you bring me down