Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home letra

I'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty
Pour 'em and lay me on down
I'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty
Pour 'em and lay me on down.

There's nothing but windmills and smokestacks
As far as these two eyes can see
My world is crammed into this backpack
Sleep don't come easy to me.

Man, I gotta get back to the city
And get back to poundin' that beat
This long list of failures ain't pretty
The smell of these trees ain't that sweet.
Fuck all that's happened before this
I'll do all my looking ahead
I'll do all my living and drinking
And sleep if off after i'm dead.

These are the last days of disco, the final farewell
The fiddle is playing, that's the fire you smell.

Goodbye, goodbye....... I'm going home.

The Falcon - Letras

• Blackout
• Building The Perfect Asshole Parade -or- Scratching Off The Fleas
• Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home
• Huffing The Proverbial Line Off The Proverbial Dong -or- Blood & The Frog
• I'm So Happy I Could Just Cry Myself To Sleep -or- The Routes We Wander
• Little Triggers
• Look Ma! No Fans! -or- Do You Want Fries With These Songs?
• R.L. Burnouts Inc.
• The Angry Cry Of The Angry Pie
• The Celebutard Chronicles
• The La-Z-Boy 500
• The Longshoreman's Lament
• The Routes We Wander
• Unicorn Odyssey
• When I Give The Signal, Run!