He trips on the edge of the field
He free falls with no shield
He plunges ever deeper
He's high on liquor.
He shouldn't have drunk
Look now, he's sunk
Just how far did he go
To have hit this new low
He's probably lost his mind
It's hard to determine
He greets all as an object
That lost their value to reject
He's gone and done it
Again now he's in this pit
He won't get himself out
And won't find a route.
