Pass the Bucket

Eight Legs

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Pass me a bucket please,
I need to get something out of me
Something no longer a part of me
So won't you pass me a bucket please?

There goes that noise again
In the back of my mind again
Just like a broken accordion
I've fallen out of the picture frame

And I'm feeling sick of too much liquor,
Everybody's talking quicker,
Getting hard to comprehend,
It's hard to recognize your friends,

Well,
Oh no the room is spinning round and round,
It's moving up and down,
You're looking quite the clown

There goes that noise again

There goes that noise again,
Just like a broken accordion
In the back of my mind again
I'm falling out of the picture frame

And I'm feeling sick of too much liquor,
Everybody's talking quicker,
Getting hard to comprehend,
It's hard to recognize your friends

Well,
Oh no the room is spinning round and round,
It's moving up and down,
You're looking quite a clown

Oh no the room is spinning round and round,
The world is upside down
You're looking quite the clown

Here comes the morning now
Everything's different now
The world looks strange today
The world looks strange today