Someone To Save Me. . Well I ain't got room. For all this misery. Yeah well I ain't got no room, no room. For all this misery. Well I ain't got room. Yeah, for all this misery.
Calculated entry in the class of circumspection. Reasoning, bargaining the last few drams of spirits. The serum of one's foolishness, oh, and truth be told in a cold pint head.
Sail the Jordan. . When that trouble is getting hard up here. You and I know better to tell there. Get on a boat, sail the Jordan and jump in the river and drown.