Lyrics
One of our men
Drank my ink
Thinking it was medicine
Oh thinking it was medicine
Most men have fever
And hallucinations
Hardly anyone can stand
I can no longer write
There is no arrow
And this is no rain
It is just illusion
There is no rain
Dan Philip Davies, Jack Arthur Sharp, Joe John Hollick, Tom Edmund Watt
SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.