That Cuban girl
that brought me low
she had skin so fine and red lips roselike now.

Her mouth was wide
and sweet as well
and now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell.


I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well.
I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well.


Lonely,
and the only way to beat it is to bat it down.

And the only way to beat it is to bat it down.
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down.
Lonely,

and the only way to beat it is to bat it down.
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down.
And the only way to beat it is to


Oh all the days
That I have run

I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun
My train will come



Some one day soon
And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon


I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well.
I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well.


Aimless days, uncool ways of decathecting
Painless phase, blacked out thoughts you be rejecting


Lonely,
and the only way to beat it is to bat it down.

And the only way to beat it is to bat it down.
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down.
Lonely,

and the only way to beat it is to bat it down.
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down.
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down.


Well let's get down to business now.


I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well.
I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well.