Ponderosa - Tricky, Martina Topley-Bird

The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino

Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping whino

The mind’s a crowd, search for the spaces

Turn around, time’s gone, I take ten paces

Been up ahead, can’t make head or tail of it

I drink till I’m drunk and I smoke till I’m senseless

See in black and white, feel in slow motion

I drown myself in sorrow until I wake up tomorrow

The illusion of confusion;

it’s not from where I am sat

(Recircle, recycle, resemble me)

Different levels of the devil’s company

They lead us outside, take us out quietly

To the cage through the bars

You see scars, results of my rage

The mind’s a crowd (the illusion of confusion)

Search for the spaces (search for the)

Turn around time’s gone (turn around, gone)

I take ten paces (I take ten paces)

Been up ahead

Can’t make head or tail of it (can't make head or tail of it)

I drink 'til I’m drunk (I smoke)

And I smoke 'til I’m senseless (I smoke, I smoke)

See in black and white

Feel in slow motion (feel in slow motion, and drown, drown myself in sorrow)

Drown myself in sorrow (till I wake up tomorrow)

Until I wake up tomorrow (the illusion of)

I drown myself in sorrow (the illusion of)

Until I wake up tomorrow (the illusion of, the illusion of)

I drown myself in (the illusion of))

I drown myself in (until I, until I wake up tomorrow)

The illusion of confusion

Is not from where I am sat (is not from where I’m circle)