Spelunker

water is coming
and you can find me in the sand
it's getting darker all over
i think i'll quit the band
do you think i'm crazy?
do you think i'm not?
i found a grimy place where we can sit and rot

talk to me spelunker
i can't see anything
salamanders run on the ground
what's on the ceiling?

perhaps you're weak and tired
one too many drinks
if it gets any colder
i'll have to leave the rink
have a glass of ice tea
have a glass of rum
you've got halogen
four fingers and a thumb

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