I was into Santa Claus
Then insentimentalpause happened to me overnight
No bell banging
No hell haranguing
Just a part of life

And all those who knew me
To do something new
And all those who used me
Tell me to shape up
And cut that booze
But there is no way to bring the dead boy back
He fell into the grey and I am what came back
So fill me full of booze and help me assume the posture of the lovable loon
Tearing off his costume
The posture of the affable fool
Tearing off his costume for you

I'm alright with faces
But names and places are slowly beginning to blur
I just got a taste of a face I've erased it as it never occurred

And all those who knew me
To do something
Don't let those spirits confuse thee
There is no way to bring the dead boy back
He fell into the grave and I am what came back
So fill me full of booze and help me assume the posture of the lovable loon
Taking off his costume
The posture of the affable fool
Tearing off his costume for you
Posture
Posture of the lovable loon