Half Past

Well, it's half past one
And I'm feelin' the rum
Missed all the fun
Every else is done, so I'll
Grind some bud
Breathe it up
And head around to square one

'Cause when the feeling's fine
Then I'm doing the time
And I won't say more than this
And when the fire's high
And I'm stuck in my mind
Oh, please, please help me

And now it's half past two
And I'm feeling blue, so I'll
Sniff some glue and let my brain let loose
But it's bloomed too soon
And my vision's zoomed
So I spin and I puke on the floor

And when the fire's high
Then I'm doing the time
And I won't say more than this
And when the feeling's fine
And I'm stuck in my mind
Oh, please, don't save me

Now, it's half past three
And I'm filled with glee
And the tent is free
And all the notes are clean
It's half past four
And I'm floored for sure
Missin' all the memories
Of the four before

The feeling's fine
And I'm doing the time
And I won't say more than this
And now the fire's high
And I'm stuck in my mind
Oh, please, please, please

Hey, don't say wait
Don't say more than a joking critique
And please, please, please help me
When the feeling's so fine
But I'm fiending for more
Sit it out this time
But concede to the war
And please, please, please help me

Now it's half past five
And the sun will rise
And I'm still sitting here
And of course I am fine
I've been doing the time
So please
Don't stay here