Warbles - Optometrist Song Lyrics

Oh it was dark in the den, fingers were flickin' some ash
You were smilin' you were shakin' in two
And you shook with a gentleman that you had just met
But you told me he was someone you knew

Well who am I to scrutinize what friends of the family do

So began my fatal tryst
With the ochre-eyed optometrist
He'll give you want if you've a need for it
He's the ochre-eyed optometrist

He needed more than you had
So you gave him more than you thought you did
You sacked your soul and you raked your wrists
For the ochre-eyed optometrist

Gotta get out and get on the road

He heads me off at the pass
Just like a snake in the grass
And he tells me 'bout the trouble you caused

He says, "Your friend's got a wound
And he don't know what to do
'Cause it ain't the kind you wrap up with gauze"

So began my fatal tryst
With the ochre-eyed optometrist
He'll give you want if you've a need for it
He's the ochre-eyed optometrist

He needed more than you had
So you gave him more than you thought you did
You sacked your soul and you raked your wrists
For the ochre-eyed optometrist

Gotta get out and get on the road

When you're down you get high
When you're high you get down
When you're down you get high