I, Catallus.

Stoned, and I give in Stoned on the silver screen The strings that we live in Are always pulling up and down, it seems Poor Judy Poor Judy Stoned and I give in Comes tapping at my walls again Exacting as an old friend Calling out Poor Judy Gets a lot of this "Take these bitter leaves" "From my windowsill" Cursing, bodybound Sprints through the forest singing "Death is a train that cuts through state lines, a view is the offering" "It's never too late to give up your seat" "Don't worry" Poor Judy Still the oncoming rain 'Til the drink's gone, still the pain (Still the offer there, the mеss) You've been living Oh, what an awful sight You're not gonna beat this train (stonеd and I give in) No one ever beats this train (no one ever did) It's bigger than us Stoned, and I give in Stoned on the silver screen The strings that we live in Are always pulling up and down on me Poor Judy "Death is a train that cuts through state lines, a view is the offering" "It's never too late to give up your seat" "Don't worry"