The Man Who Owns the Place - Balthazar

We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone A long, long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world I laughed and shook his hand And made my way back home I searched for form and land For years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare At all the millions here We must have died alone A long, long time ago Who knows? Not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world Who knows? Not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world

Whiskey Man's my friend, he's with me nearly all the time He always joins me when I drink, and we get on just fine Nobody has ever seen him, I'm the only one Seemingly I must be mad, Insanity is fun If that's the way it's done Doctors say he just a figment of my twisted mind If they can't see my Whiskey Man they must be going blind Two men dressed in white collected me two days ago They said there's only room for one and Whiskey Man can't go Whiskey Man will waste away if he's left on his own I can't even ring him 'cause he isn't on the phone Hasn't got a home Life is very gloomy in my little padded cell It's a shame there wasn't room for Whiskey Man as well Whiskey Man's my friend, he's with me nearly all the time He always joins me when I drink, and we get on just fine Just fine

We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We live in the city of norms, Spoon-fed from the day that we were born. Yet the clown, He promissed a balloon To get us closer to the moon. When there's hunger at the door We start heading for the stars What we're looking for we can't define, Not this time. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We wear this city's uniform And even the hungry girls can't keep our kicks warm. The clown, He sold us a balloon To get us closer to the moon. One day when boredom hits us hard We start heading for the stars. What we're looking for we can't define, Like it was Maria who was always on our mind. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line.