One-Armed Man (Play On)

Submerged in endless Trailing off, trailing off I watch them fade by Sigh, sigh Lifeless and blank-faced Paining on, paining on And I see the face I used to be They want to feel this Straining on, straining on They want to sense this Now, now Drunk with existence Waking me, waking me I'll show you someone you can feel Play on, play on They search and strain And drink and stagger Play on, they play on They search and strain And drink and stagger Play on, play on They search and strain And drink and stagger Play on, they play on They search and strain And drink and stagger They want to feel this Straining on, straining on They want to sense this Now, now Drunk with existence Waking me, waking me I'll show you someone you can feel Play on, play on They search and strain And drink and stagger Play on, they play on They search and strain And drink and stagger Play on, play on They search and strain And drink and stagger Play on, they play on Play on, they play on and on Zombies staring, looking my way Crying out for something They can't fill their stomachs With enough to satisfy the hunger growing Needing something real Needing something real Needing something, needing something Needing something real Zombies staring, looking my way Crying out for something they can't feel Play on, stray on In these wicked days on Play on and understand That in your drunken stupor you are dying Play on, stray on In these wicked days on Zombies staring, looking my way Reaching out for something, anything Anything to keep them numbing Keep them plunging, far from knowing Play on, play on They search and strain And drink and stagger Play on, they play on They search and strain And drink and stagger Play on, play on They search and strain And drink and stagger Play on, they play on They play on [Incomprehensible] They play on [Incomprehensible] They play on [Incomprehensible] They play on [Incomprehensible] They