Flat on the floor   Eyes up, facing forth   Without a drink for twenty days now   For whatever that's worth   Each thought ringing out   As clearly as a bell   Sustaining long enough to write it down      Day twenty-one   The night's first alky-bev   It rushes over like a warm wind   Goes straight to my head   It's just what I need   To quell the aching hell   Of the working week and those incessant bells      Dark is the path which lies before us   Songs of the Siren, sing the chorus      Flat on the floor    (Day twenty-one)   Eyes up, facing forth    (The night's first alky-bev)   Without a drink for twenty days now    (It rushes over like a warm wind)   For whatever that's worth    (Goes straight to my head)   Each thought ringing out    (It's just what I need)   As clearly as a bell    (To quell the aching hell)   Sustaining long enough to write it down    (Of the working week and those incessant bells)      Now it's time   To chill the fuck out   Chill the fuck out   I'll be like a hollow reed    And let it flow through me like the wind      Chill the fuck out   Chill the fuck out   I'll be like a hollow reed    And let it flow through me like the wind