Deep red, short and blue
It trickles from my glass
Makes a definite impression
until I decide to catch my breath
and take another drink

But you know it can be hard to classify
As in the end it may all come down
to the tastiness of the ripened grape
But I try not to think about it so much
Because it takes me on a trip
Over the clouds and across the sky,
the bittersweet ambience allows me
to feel the flood of crimson blood
running through my veins

Because I'm sorry to say that I could never
live a sober life
And I cannot ever begin to think about
how ordinary people do it anyway
Thoughts are what you make of them
And it may be one way that we can begin
to exercise one form of perilous control
But I have never been one to understand
how anyone can tolerate boredom
It is treacherous
And I don't want it
No siree!

So I decide to gulp my wine
In this particular case, I believe it is a Crimean kind
In a dark, dank cellar
I recover from sensory deprivation
So I turn my thoughts, twist them round
and connect them to some kind of tawdry pleasure
Because isn't that what the life of an adventurous gentleman
may eventually come to be

I say nomadic pleasure is where it's at
So whether I'm thinking of Sofia
Or toking on a Turkish cigarette
free flowing blood feels warm as it streams upon my wrist
But the coming of the razor is what I always like to remember
Oh it stings like a bitch when the train has left the station
Just before the break of dawn

But when I look,
I can't see anything
And the tears can't stop me from crying,
as I stick my finger upward upon the blood on a filthy east bound track
But thing's could definitely be worse
I could be dripping on my mother's carpet
Thinking about my mother's funeral or my father's weary voice
But I never knew them all the same
Just a temporary substitute to ease the harrowing pain

But it might be better to pour another glass
to help me travel round the room
My waitress has D-Cups and a foreign tongue
Her hair is gold and her skin is white
She seems to have something upon her face
but at this point I don't know exactly what it is
All I can say is that it appears that she likes to bend over
So do you think it's fair to say that she might be waiting for another tip?