Lyrics

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