I find myself in the empty bar, dirty place called Atla-an-tis. Poor broken, tiny souls drifting round me, Sipping blue air with the glasses, Scratching words on their wanton hearts.
All I ever do is act the fool, Desperatly trying to find you in this lonesome ocean. Dirty place called Atlatis, damn Atlatis.
One stoned gloomy captan came to me. He said we are in the same boat I said his ship is compltely shit But anyway we can get legless together Be drunk, be happy, smoke away. Let's do this kind of things people Pretend to do to forget about eachday's pretending
In attempt to get me to shut the fuck up He blow the shit out of me, Leave me on the dole with a lack of confidence. And I see the stars on the ceiling of bloody damn Atlantis.
Laying there being sick of you, with blood in my lungs, I'm so sick of speaking with you without you aro-ound. And I tired of this insane playground, Of missing your messy hair, and your messy love.