Don't start me on the liquor I'll drink it all down straight I'll make a toast to love But I drink the most When I got somebody to hate I'm an old man
It's your last chance to find yourself in consequence It's so hard to find a simple reason Maybe I'll find myself with evidence Hate breeds with nothing
Nihil effugium rota torturae se circumagit cum lamina acuta culpas ab corpore excorticat et sibi eius torquem facit Spiritus mendaci Spiritus ad vindictam
Keep movin' your body in my direction Let's continue our party everybody by just clapping our hands Colossal, large, big as it gets, massive I'd kill
Wassail, wassail, all over the town Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree With the wassailing bowl
I don't give a fuck what you think, 'cause what I want is another drink Gimme a shot of whiskey and a Guinness Stout, 'cause that's what drinking is all
There were three farmers in the north, as they were passing by they swore an oath so mighty oh that Barleycorn should die one of them said: drown him
(Anybody Killa) There's a party goin' on, who's comin' with? To kill the rest of that malt 40, and grab ya shit I hope you got some money, cause I ain
Here's my keys I want you to take 'em I think I'm gonna need you To get back home Hold on to my hat I don't want to lose it I couldn't stand For somethin
Drinker Born Rayna Gellert, Uncle Earl I called up my bootlegger Begged him to come to town Said if you don?t bring me another quart of corn Gonna jump
Another year, another year. Raise your glass high. Leaves will fall, the snow will fall. Raise your glass high. Should old acquaintance be forgot, And
Verse One Bigger head, you've got no bread in our house Now how you have got this.... Now they sleep in seperate bedrooms Seems they missed the jackpot
Temptation of indulgence Divides and conquers my mind An elegy for fading youth Welcome to mankind If you provide the spleen Then I'll provide the ideal
Listen old soldier wherever you are The hills or the valleys come near or come far They say, youth's a treasure, we waste when we're young So come down
The liquor store came first And drove my baby from my arms It was all a game that led me down that road The liquor store came first The liquor store
I'm prayin' for rain in California, So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine, And I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago, With a broken heart and
Eve said to Adam, ?Honey how 'bout a bite?? He said, ?Baby sounds tempting but you know it ain't right? But Eve was wearing one of those low-cut leaves
The working day was long And the road is grinding on And your body's winding down again The tribal fire's here And the circle speaks so near And the simple