Drink the New Wine

Bell bottom blues No pain, no pain I'll never see the boys again 'Cause I'm off to the funny farm Drown out the blues with booze Now it's off to the funny farm I got news for you Now I'm off to the funny farm Casket of crisis Too much tension and tears I'll never see the boys again 'Cause I'm off to the funny farm I'll never see the boys again 'Cause I'm off to the funny farm Dreaming of a perfect world Dreaming of a perfect world Dreaming of a perfect world Dreaming of a perfect world The roulettista rolls the dice The roulettista rolls The roulettista rolls the dice The roulettista rolls The roulettista rolls the dice The roulettista rolls Off the map, off the mess Grease the page but the book's intact Every word, a verse, ten acts Drop the ball and I'll bounce it back We talk in dreams And need not note You're the cooling shadow Of my cloud I'll never see the boys again 'Cause I'm off to the funny farm And fly the loom that the other made We jog in dreams Not building a wall You're the cooling shadow Of my cloud 'Cause I'm off to the funny farm (not building a wall) Dreaming of a perfect world Not building a wall I'll never see the boys again 'Cause I'm off to the funny farm Not building a wall Dreaming of a perfect world Not building a wall But making a brick