Old Lace
Sarah and the Safe Word Lyrics

Pour me a fifth of old lace
Please give me a strong alcoholic drink called 'old lace'

Give me the strongest stuff you got
I need the most potent drink available to make me feel something

I need to feel something again
I long to experience emotions and sensations once more

Before they use me all up
Before others take advantage of me completely

Some Paris green on the rocks
Mix some 'Paris green' (possibly another alcoholic drink) with ice

I used to be somebody but I guess I just forgot
I used to have significance and value, but I seem to have lost sight of that

I wish they'd drop the bomb, I'm wearing thin
I desire some cataclysmic event to relieve the strain I'm under

And if I'm drowning in my sorrows, I say bathe in them
If I am overwhelmed by my troubles, I suggest immersing myself in them

Falling out of my circadian
My sleep and wake cycles are becoming disrupted

Lord bless me with a sleepless night again
I implore for another night of insomnia

Well to the youth in the gasoline lines
To the young people waiting in lines for gasoline

(Troubles, they wont last long)
Don't worry, your problems won't persist for much longer

And to the barons of the broken opera
To the influential figures in a shattered opera scene

(You will sing your last song)
They will soon reach the end of their reign in the opera world

Let them go to their boring heaven
Allow them to go to a mundane and uninteresting paradise

We will dance and we'll dine in hell
We will embrace chaos and revel in the fiery depths of turmoil

Pour me that fifth of Old Lace, whoa whoa
Give me that same strong drink called 'Old Lace'

Make it the strongest stuff you've got, whoa whoa
Ensure it is the most potent variety available

Pour me a fifth of old lace
Please give me another glass of 'Old Lace'

Give me the strongest stuff you got
I desire the most powerful drink in your selection

I used to be somebody but I guess I just forgot
I once had value and significance, but somehow I lost sight of that

Alright tell 'em
Okay, let them know

Give me that fifth of Old Lace
Please provide me with another glass of 'Old Lace'

Paris green on the rocks
Mix 'Paris green' with ice

I used to be somebody but I guess I just forgot
In the past, I had importance, but it seems I have forgotten

I used to be somebody but I guess I just forgot
I was once a significant person, but it slipped my mind

I used to be somebody but I guess I just forgot
At one point, I held value, but it escaped my memory