"Aligators snap at your ankles
And branches snap at
your brain
If I ever get through this
swamp alive
I'll never more pray for rain
This must be the place, and still
It somehow don't seem right
Something in the moon
Could change these endless
days
To lonely nights
I take a stroll down by the sea
And walk along the pier
Then I slip and hit my head
-Now's the time to fear
See the surface, see the rocks
See my past fly swiftly
by
I feel the water in my lungs
And wake up screaming
for my life..."
-The Pogues
From: "Blue Heaven"