Lyrics

I see the faces stumbling by
I see the eyes that stare and don't even cry
In their Bizarro world
They know they're right
They see the day time as the night
Well I guess they're all on alcohol
Though I know they started with milk
Yes I guess they all need an overhaul
It might be good for their ilk
I saw a crazy man running around
He told me time sped up but he slowed down
He went to college in outer space
He had the welcome mat but lost his place
Well I guess they're all on alcohol
Though I know they started with milk
Well I guess they might need a social call
It might be good for their ilk
Take me to that faraway land where dreams are made of sand
Well I guess they're all on alcohol
Though I know they started with milk
Well they might make one last curtain call
Before they're over the hill