The Walkabouts - Coming Up For Air Lyrics
Suckin' alabaster in a ventilator shaftChewin' on surrender because it's cheap and it lastsThis ain't hell, it's a holding tankWhere memory and the future draw a big, fat blankI know this tunnel leads somewhereBut it takes mystery and a torchAnd a reason to careI know this tunnel leads outsideDown to the river where the elephants dieComin' upUp, Up, Up, UpComin' Up for AirThere is no better story than a man in a holeThis is where he laid stillThis is how he rolledThis is how he fed, on the marrow of his bonesThis is where he shuffledPlayin' doomsday aloneA suicide minerWith a depth charge timerRathole loverDiggin' deep for a coverYou suffocate firstThen you learn how to breatheThe sweet of the sewerShows you the way to leaveMake room for the cleanup crewThey're the last to the sceneAnd the first to be fooledThe townsfolk line thickAlong the riversideLookin' for a placeTo watch the elephants die