I'm thirsty for good old fashion ..
There're many voices that I never heard it all 
Once I got a proper, but it didn't go in vane 
Take silence and its knowledge of the cups and the wane. 

Hard living ..the bass of me 
I've burned the candle there's bright as it can be 
William Balk was really cute and southern you his name 
He forces part untrouble by the cups and the wane 

Let's hear it from the under darks 
we skipped the heart of fame, 
One more cheer for the other darks
who never played again.

Sweet madness, that never felts the truth 
let em board like the sparks ofut of blue 
you have always loved even when I've been the same 
thanks for riding with me on the cups and the wane. 

                          Thanks to th00ht for correcting these lyrics