Fish - The Company

Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards
from the pockets of wrecks that lie the road.
I came to in my future and that was just yesterday,
unsure of my past that's a knot in my gut.

You buy me a drink then you think that you've got the right
to crawl in my head and rifle my soul.
You tell me I'm free then you want me to compromise
to sell out my dreams you say you'll make it worthwhile.

Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down

You tell me I'm drunk then you stand back and smug a while
convinced that you're right that you're still in command of your senses.
I laugh at your superior attitude
your insincere plattitudes make me throw up.