Текст песни Polite Conversation

I wake up naked and I'm dripping out of bed, but I can't get out the door. Stumbling tripping over everything I've said raising bruises by the score. Alice in Wonderland never had anything on you, a new illusion in the bottle in her hand making me smaller than the fool. There's a little bitty moment between dust and ascension. Just a little bitty moment between loss and invention. Hey batter batter are we here today are we stinging are we swinging are we here to play take a chance and tell me are we here to stay or is this just polite parlor conversation