by Derek W. Dick (Fish)
Taken from "Vigil in a Wilderness of Mirrors" CD, released on EMI in 1990
Where beggars take checques and children steal credit cards
From pockets of wrecks that lie in the road
I came to in my future and that was just yesterday
Unsure of my past, that's a knot in my gut
You buy me a drink
Then you think that you've got the right
To crawl in my head and rifle my soul
You tell me I'm free then you want me to compromise
To sell out my dreams, you say you'll make it worthwhile
You tell me I'm druk then you sit back and smug awhile
Convinced that you're right, that you're still in command
Of your senses, I laugh at your superior attitude
Your insincere platitudes make me throw up
The sooner you realise I'm perfectly happy
If I'm left to decide the company I choose
The company I choose is solidly singular
Totally trustworthy, straight and sincere
Polished, experienced, witty and charming
So why don't you push off
This company's my own
Oh boys, would you drink to me now?
Here on the hill halfway up, halfway down
Oh for the company, dream of the company
Drink to the company until I die
