faces in the crowd swaying on the floor posing me a question i cannot ignore longing for euphoria puts me in the wrong tryna escape but the hold is just too strong i got a splitting headache temples throbbing and my mouth is cotton cant believe i went and did this shit again drinking liquor till it send me in a spin and then i wake up in the morning living in a world of pain wastelandsee round here we do this every weekend dead of winter silly season we can always find a reason and i never seem to learn from my mistakes moderate the intake i swear by now ive died a thousand deaths this way way back before this horrorsquad shit ever shit was poppin off i was working overtime at the bottle shop every day id see the same faces clocking off shuffle in shuffle out paper bag on the grog it made me wonder what is it that were switching on and off when we listen to our inner monologue what is it we looking for that we too scared to find what is it we dont wanna see thats got us getting blind in this colony of ills to keep it 100 proof heres the truth distilled go and look up the rum corps youll see this aint no run of the mill this the land of the lockout and the 6 oclock swill so whats the deal faces in the crowd swaying on the floor posing me a question i cannot ignore longing for euphoria puts me in the wrong tryna escape but the hold is just too strong friday night and we were numbered bout a dozen too much substance to be saying anything of substance but of course that dont stop the discussion we buzzing talking over the top of one other we bugging when some some youngin in the corner pipes up and says something like ima get fucked up tonight well alright spoken like a man on a mission to carry on a great australian tradition dunno if id call it peer pressure but you know what they say about those birds of a feather they flock together and i cant remember the last time i had a night that i cant remember so a bender is the very first item on the agenda we keep going at this rate we gon detonate im just going for one drink yeah whatever mate wont you pull yourself together yeah i know you meant well enough but shit alcohol is a hell of a drug got me staring at the  faces in the crowd swaying on the floor posing me a question i cannot ignore longing for euphoria puts me in the wrong tryna escape but the hold is just too strong