those with no-one to talk to or more likely the joy of lifers at the top and stuck for a next move our man is one such lifer it's only once so take your time in the past he'd spent some time in prison a subject that had recently risen 'twas going down well-disturbing and hilarious the man embraced for drinking sour milk then all the more when he mentions his divorce First up the "you're better off" stuff Then the gaggle of bloated advisors Disguised in drink and drunk on family life Talk of hostility towards others Love and change, heartaches and courage Depressions and dreams In a basic and colorful language Row about we're all in the same boat It is random, it's ironic These companions working on friendship Hearts in the right place, between the head and the feet His mind runs away with itself Other people's voice, empty glasses He's off into the cold light of day This gives a vague idea of what he has to go through Down to earth, day by day background Optimistic About drama, let the story unfold One thing's for sure, you'll soon get the picture Just a minute to get down the road Saturated by booze, sexually frustrated A reality he's manufactured This being his kind of man Oh god and America, the voice of the tempter Says "I think you have an obligation To look sort of what you're supposed to look like." Culture grid springs into action