Coming Down - The Fugs

I awakened in a pit of ashes

From a sky that was cloudy and bloat

With the hands that were sere and cold

And eyes where the blood was shooting

And the brain that was fallen and still

Oh, comin' down

I’m a-comin' down

I’m a-comin' down

I awakened in a pit of ashes

In despair where the lids were swollen

The heart that was pounding and writhing

And ears where the sounds were screaming

And the mind that was ashen and still

Cocaine!

cocaine!

I’m a-comin' down

I’m a-comin' down

I said hello to that grief bird

«Hello grief bird, what’s happening?»

«Ashes.

Pits of ashes.»

«Hello grief bird.»

«Ashes, pits of ashes.»

Ashes, ashes and screams, ashes

Ashes and shrieks, ashes

Ashes and grieving, ashes and moaning

Eyes with a vision of torture

Fright with a feeling for death

Comin' down

I’m a-comin' down

I’m a-comin' down

I said hello to that grief bird

«Hello grief bird, what’s happening?»

«Ashes.

Pits of ashes.»

«Hello grief bird.»

«Ashes, pits of ashes.»

Ashes, ashes and screams, ashes

Ashes and shrieks, ashes

Ashes and grieving, ashes and moaning

Eyes with a vision of torture

Fright with a feeling for death

Comin' down

Comin' down

I’m a-comin' down

Comin' down

Comin' down

I’m a-comin' down