(Don't Let the Dragon) Draag On

I hang my head for those Who ain't been held too close In times of pain When the ceiling drips Rooms bathed in grey Outside's a trip For another day I keep telling those Expelling those Negative holes to go away But it seems to grip More everyday Walls get taller Self-medicate And how did you get this low That's what the illness spoke For every word they had to say Better off just leaving me this way Guess this ain't the world that I dreamt to How many hits can one bum take How many things can one boy make I wrap myself inside my duvet You think those blue giants feel the same You think they ever have these days You think they ever have these days