Another Fine Mess - Skyclad

A girl read my runes in the warm dressing room

It was then that I started to think

There has to be something really worth hunting

I reach for another strong drink

For ten lonely years

That’s my reward

My ego and I, we have faced many dangers

Fear and self loathing have never been strangers

Nobody knows of the depths we have been to

All the fine messes we’ve got ourselves into

For ten lonely years

That’s my reward

In my world far removed from the actual

Safe in my small amorality capsule

I cruise far aloof from the other world’s laws

Hiding behind tinted windows and doors

I’m so tired of living, too weary to cry

Too stubborn to give in, curl up and die

This whole situation has, I must confess

All the tell-tale signs of another fine mess

I’ve been run aground

A ship in a bottle

Caught in the eye of the storm

Deep in my strife

Found the meaning of life

You’re dying the moment you’re born

My heart bears the scars even time can’t disguise

If you only knew what I’ve seen through these eyes

Oft-times overwhelmed by the feelings of doubt

I have crawled in a bottle to shut them all out

Will I drown in the sweat of this chemical dream

With far too much blood in my alcohol stream?

When Mr. Jack Daniels has read my last rights

His friend Billy Whizz comes to turn on the lights

First we were plastered in Paris

Then we were frying in Greece

Caught between heaven and hellfire

Send for an ambulance, fetch me a priest

I’ve been run aground

A ship in a bottle

Caught in the eye of the storm

Deep in my strife

Found the meaning of life

You’re dying the moment you’re born

«A band on ship» the captain cried

We bought damnation duty-free

Now we’re floating with the tide

The silent whales of Lunar Sea

I’ve been run aground

A ship in a bottle

Caught in the eye of the storm

Deep in my strife

Found the meaning of life

You’re dying the moment you’re born