I was comatosed But I have to say I don't criticize no one Every time I drank I'd be nearly dead From polluted alcohol I was sick inside my skull By the summer could not recall Tell me if And I would never mind If I remembered why Tell me that So I can take a photograph That never fades Was I compromised By a bottle saved? I won't criticize no one 'Cause I don't hear nothing around But a strange kind of muffled sound Hey child, it won't leave us alone But I can't understand it all There's wonder on the faces And wonder in the lull To a strange kind of muffled sound Hate is all around Hate is all around Wonder on the faces Wonder in the lull I was sickened by the photograph I saw Were we compromised By the bottle saved? Can't we criticize no one? Every time we drank We were nearly dead From polluted alcohol Hey child, listen for the phone I tell you now, the bell will ring I don't hear a rustled tree Just a strange kind of muffled sound Just a strange kind of muffled sound Just a strange kind of muffled sound There is out there a constant malevolent force And it seems to move between a parody and common legitimate course What you don't understand You don't need to question if it's all the same 'Cause it's taken its toll through the lies The just, and those who treated it as a game