Testo 100 Ft The Rum Drunks
The shiny ring that slipped away
A rusted chair had seen its day
The echo of a thousand rants
The remnants of a potted plant
A child who eats his food alone
A ringing phone and no oneâs home
A photo from the Internet
A G.I. Joe, a cigarette
The glad you made it out alive
A picture frame, some 45âs
A drunken sleep that void of dreams
Explained to me and so it seems
A leather boot, a dusted wink
The gin is stirred; the bracelets clink
And when your finally satisfied
You pour the whole thing down the sink
It eddies down the drain below
Through the pipes under the floor
It travels southward in a ditch
The refuse of the poor and rich
And even though you canât decide
To tell the truth, you tell a lie
I swear that you donât want to know
Whatâs down a hundred feet below
I swear that you donât want to know
I knew a man who felt alone
His soul was searched for love and found
That all the money in the world
Could not buy happiness deserved
And when he finally realized
To himself he could not recognize
He groped for darkness for the soul
He found he could not grab a hold
It eddied slowly down the drain
Through the pipes out in the rain
It traveled southward in a ditch
The refuse of the poor and rich
And when he finally realized
His tears had many times been cried
You donât really want to know
Whatâs down a hundred feet below