Whatever happened to this?. It was an island of bliss. In this ridiculous place. But now the river runs black. And I don't know the way back. I feel it goin' to waste. We are the mongrels. Underneath the table. Fightin' for the leavings. Tearin' them to shreds. We are the mongrels. Rollin' on the floorboards. Unaware of the banquet. Up above our heads. I reach across the divide. I wanna take you inside. But something's holding me down. There is a thorn in my side. It's coming on like a tide. These tender feelings to drown. This is a chance for the prize. It's waiting here in my eyes. You hardly look at me now. With every beat of my heart. I want to make a new start. But I don't seem to know how. We are the mongrels