Well, you had it all along.nSome days you still don't know you got it.nSingin' songs to the middle of a bottle.nA little drunk not nearly drunk enough!nBut your fallin' down, down anyhow.nnChildren they will come and go.nAlways learnin' how to be adults.nBut they get it down, down somehow.nnIn the middle of your pride.nA cryin' hole the size of flat 49.nStanding inside.nDr. Hubris and his vile of turpentime!nAnd he pours it down, down your achin' throat of lies.nWell you keep it down, down with some sugar and some time.nnBy the time you get to San NarcisconYou still won't have a clue.nCryin' in your hatnOver something that was never wrote to you.nBut you got it down, down anyhow.nnWell you had it all along.nJust remember that you got it.nSingin' songs and your singin' songs.nJust remember that you had it all along.nWell you got it down, down somehow.