Coming Up For Air Songtext
von The Walkabouts

Suckin′ alabaster in a ventilator shaft
Chewin' on surrender ′cause it's cheap and it lasts
This ain't hell, it′s a holding tank
Where memory and the future draw a big, fat blank

I know this tunnel leads somewhere
But it takes mystery and a torch and a reason to care
I know this tunnel leads outside
Down to the river where the elephants die

Comin′ up
Up, up, comin' up for air

There is no better story than a man in a hole
This is where he laid still, this is how he rolled
This is how he fed, on the marrow of his bones
This is where he shuffled, playin′ Doomsday alone


A suicide miner with a depth charge timer
Rathole lover, diggin' deep for a cover
You suffocate first, then you learn how to breathe
The sweet of the sewer shows you the way to leave

Comin′ up
Up, up, comin' up for air

Comin′ up
Up, up, comin' up for air

Make room for the cleanup crew
They're the last to the scene and the first to be fooled

Comin′ up, comin′ up
Up, up, comin' up for air

The townsfolk line thick along the riverside
Lookin′ for a place to watch the elephants die

Comin' up, comin′ up
Up, up, comin' up for air

Comin′ up
Up, up, comin' up for air


Comin' up, comin′ up
Comin′ up, comin' up
Comin′ up, comin' up
Comin′ up, comin' up