(Nigel Kennedy/Jane Siberry)  Dark dark bar  Bright bright day  A man in a yellow suit  Pushes his drink away  He's looking at the bottles  Lookin' at them real hard  He's looking at the bottles  When those walls come tumbling down (down, down)  Feels someone near  Feels someone pour it down  Feels someone burn  Feels something  He's looking at the bottles  Lookin' at them real hard  He's looking at the bottles  When those walls come tumbling down (down, down)  Ah but there was not a time  When the walls came tumbling down  That the flush of brotherly love  Rushing through the drug-induced  Generosity of my veins  Like a pack of drunken hounds  Begging and bobbing through the alley ways  Of the long spiral down  Ah there was not a time  That did not contain within all this  A glimpse of the devil leering at me  Like there was some deep dark secret  That we shared  Not, no way, no how, not now  Dark dark bar  Bright bright day  The man in a yellow suit  Stares at his water  Stares at his water  Stares at his water, water, water