Cold Sweat

Throat's dry and clothes are wet
And how much I try, I drink all the liqueur
I can get
The men move in again, helmets glittering in the sun
Is this for real, men die in this crazy orgy of blood?

Throat's dry and clothes are wet
And how much I try, I drink all the liqueur
I can get
Dreams come and go, drinks on and on
Not much for a help, in search for a happier life
Cold sweat runs down my back.

Throat's dry and clothes are wet
And how much I try, I drink all the liqueur
I can get
Mice move in, men disappear out of sight
Crawling in my brain, the worms in my head and I am
not even dead
Cold sweat runs down my back.

Cigarette lights
I don't see your face
I don't see your face
But you bring me down
But you bring me down
But you bring me down