Tipsy

You're tipsy but you're sound, my friend
You made a couple pounds and then you thought about it
And having some was really nice
But you could only recognise the ones who live without it
Well could it be when you were burned before
You learned something about the score
That rich men can afford

So have a drink on me
And never be afraid to see
Your world for what it is
All the happy little kids
Guess that's not really how you live
I smile when I heard you say
That you would not play the gamе
When all the suffering you see, and it is rеal
Man, you make me tipsy, but you're sound

You would never ever know
What it felt like down below
Not unless you've been there
So think of it as a special gift
You only know how hard you have to lift
To make some real repairs
No it's not some little penny wish
And I know you won't get over it
Just don't think you're alone

And have a drink on me
'Cos I'm kinda starting to see
Your world for what it is
All the spotlight and the biz
Guess that's not really how you live
You never read every sign [?]
All the short and painful lives
Of those for whom you cry out loud
Cause you're afraid that they will have to go without
Every single precious joy that you have found
Man, you make me tipsy, but you're sound

There is no X to mark your spot
And no god to thank for what you've got
It's only us upon this rock
And when the truth of who we are gets you down
And you're noticing the outsiders in every single town
And you know exactly why they can't afford to come around
And you think you may do something that is risky and profound
Well then maybe you and me should sit and have another round
'Cos man you make me tipsy, man you make me tipsy
Man you make me tipsy, but you're sound!