Oceansize

Spin the wheel my kiss of fortune
Ah, your solitude's a high pitched whine
Let go of the medicine
Or you'll be sucking it until you die
And I thought this could be my time
But you pulled the rug from under me
I've hardened in this ageless shame
Of swinging from your coattails
Now I'm back to good old ball and chain
Oh, wonderful
Let the water pour
How right you were
With your entourage of kissing snakes
A simple matter of give and take
Oh, and pour your mind out of the vase