Mud

Come in Don’t leave Grown man Can’t see Figures out He can’t be Sunken with the crown Old man I can’t see You’re in the way I can’t see me We must confess Illusions number time A drunk man’s on the lead Skies and all bleed And no one can hear The cry from the ground It’s something to dig There’s something in the mud There’s something in the mud There’s something in the mud