Coming Up For Air by Walkabouts
Suckin' alabaster in a ventilator shaft
Chewin' on surrender because it's cheap and it lasts
This ain't hell, it's a holding tank
Where memory and the future draw a big, fat blank
I know this tunnel leads somewhere
But it takes mystery and a torch
And a reason to care
I know this tunnel leads outside
Down to the river where the elephants die
Comin' up
Up, Up, Up, Up
Comin' Up for Air
There is no better story than a man in a hole
This is where he laid still
This is how he rolled
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