Forgotten uncles bitten by the hounds of time
Bow the fiddle low
Aunties all left them alone with the bottle
Free to lose their minds
Why do I see
Strange melodies
December twenty-three
Barefoot in the rain smoke pouring from my brain
Learned life is a struggle never satisfied
Bow the fiddle low
Infinite madness digging up the underground
Free to lose our minds
Why do I see
Strange melodies
December twenty-three
Barefoot in the rain smoke pouring from my brain
Why do I see
Strange melodies
December twenty-three
Barefoot in the rain smoke pouring from my brain
Barefoot in the rain smoke pouring from my brain
I was barefoot in the rain smoke pouring from my brain