Pass the Bucket - Eight Legs

Pass me the bucket please

I’ve got to get something out of me

Something no longer a part of me

So will you pass me the bucket please

Well, well

There goes that noise, again

In the back of mind, again

Just like a broken accordion

I’ve fallen out of the picture frame

And I’m

Feeling sicker, Too much liquor

Everybody’s talking quicker

Getting hard to comprehend

It’s hard to recognise your friends

Well

Oh, no the

Room is spinning

Round and round

It’s moving up and down

You’re looking quite the crowd

There goes that noise, again

There goes that noise, again

Just like the broken accordion

In the back of mind of my mind, again

I’m falling out of the picture frame

And I’m

Feeling sicker, Too much liquor

Everybody’s talking quicker

Getting hard to comprehend

It’s hard to recognise your friends

Well

Oh, no the

Room is spinning

Round and round

It’s moving up and down

You’re looking quite a crowd

Oh, no the

Room is spinning

Round and round

The world is upside down

You’re looking quite the crowd

Here comes the morning, now

And everything’s different, now

Except the world looks strange today

Except the world looks strange today