I sit in the back of bars and listen to people talk.
Nobody look at me!
Nobody sit with me!
Drinking to no one's health.
Cackling to myself.
And everyday I write on withered parchment that nobody will read.
I'm writing little notes, scribbling anecdotes, scratching them out and then burn them all up on a candle I keep with me (a piece of antiquity).
And everyday destroying all my entries so nobody will see.

And all along...
(I know what's going on.)
...the butchers that service this city will lend me no pity at all...
(I know what's going on.)
...'cause I'm just a drunkard, a tosser that's stumbling, lost in the fog.
(I know what's going on.)
So pay no attention to strangers or madmen that frequent the bar.
(I know what's going on.)
And lest we not mention the fact that I know what's going on!

I stumble into the streets.
I barely keep on my feet.
Covered in mud when I trip in the gutter.
And nobody ever looks; no one to help me up.
Yet everyday I watch them chase a phantom that nobody will meet!
I stand in the back of crowds where people are screaming loud.
Frantically writing, I'm watching the fighting.
I'm ripping my paper up.
I'm laughing at everyone.
And everyday divulging facts and details that nobody believes.

Yet all along...
(I know what's going on.)
...the butchers that service this city will lend me no pity at all...
(I know what's going on.)
...'cause I'm just a drunkard, a tosser that's stumbling, lost in the fog.
(I know what's going on.)
So pay no attention to strangers or madmen that frequent the bar.
(I know what's going on.)
And lest we not mention the fact that I know!

You pray for the sinners when the image of filth is destroyed, and parade all the victims for the opium fiends in the night.

I sit in the back of bars and listen to people talk!
Nobody look at me!
Nobody sit with me!
Drinking to no one's health!
Cackling to myself!
And everyday divulging facts and details that nobody believes!


Yet all along...
(I know what's going on.)
...the butchers that service this city will lend me no pity at all...
(I know what's going on.)
...'cause I'm just a drunkard, a tosser that's stumbling, lost in the fog.
(I know what's going on.)
So pay no attention to strangers or madmen that frequent the bar.
(I know what's going on.)
And lest we not mention the fact that I know what's going on!