He’s seen all there was to see and everyone’s gone
When he awakes it’s already dusk
One of his eyelids weighs a ton
Here’s someone to trust

An endless swinging bridge leads to the room
Lying thirteen feet above a deep pond
He thinks it’s a sign of the approaching doom
A kind of chemical bond

It takes ages to guess what he wants to drink
For, with her braces, the waitress invades
The unknown zone where chickens are pink
And tongues talk in vain

He’s sweating all over his body and struggles to bite
Some uncooked beans and swallow raw meat
The soup’s the only meal that’s right
Soon he leaves his seat

Stay for the night, in the morning you’ll know if this was a dream
And if you’re kind they will all let you go, this is the weirdest scene