[male vocals] Drunkard's
song
A
Drunkard
once
sang
while
clutching
a
bottle
of
liquor
and
a
stick
of
cigar:
Pull
me
not,
i
want
to
chill
in
the
cesspit,
i
want
to
fly
on
wings
of
smoke,
shadow
boxed
me,
i
pulled
back,
dodged
it,
pushed
back.
i
won't
surrender
to
staggering
and
spirits
of
my
legs.
Rivers
of
beer
ferry
me
to
my
house,
winds
of
liquor
fly
me
to
see
my
wife,
smoke
of
cigars
drive
me
home.
Tommorow
is
another
fun
day,
life
is
heaven,
drinking
is
my
angels'
wings,
i
can
fly
to
anywhere
of
my
choice.
He
drinks
to
stupor ,
he's
a
liquor
dinosaur,
could
smell
beer
from
afar,
he
could
detect
smoke
through
the
air.
he
limps
on
fun,
wary
in
talk,
he's
full
fun
and
funny
too,
a
circus
to
watch.
No
dull
moment,
dusk
is
fun,
at
dawn
he
looks
weak
and
funny,
diseased
by
hangover,
cruelled
by
sunlight.
handcuffed
by
liquor
habit
he
crafted
many
years
ago,
all
by
himself
and
his
friends.
Rivers
of
beer
ferry
me
to
my
house,
winds
of
liquor
fly
me
to
see
my
wife,
smoke
of
cigars
drive
me
home.
Old
age
is
very
cruel
to
a
youth
who
drinks
away
today.
sun
become
is
tormentor,
hunger
is
mentor,
rain
is
monitor.
Poverty
wipes
a
drunkard
just
the
way
it
wipes
a
gambler
and
mugger.
Every
drunkard
has
a
hole
or
two
in
his
and
throath
that
takes
away
all
his
money
and
strength.
He
cries
thus:
life
is
worrisome
at
the
dawn,
tiresome
at
dusk,
my
bones
are
weak,
my
hands
are
rotten
and
fearful.
Poverty
has
clothed
me
with
sickness
at
sun
set,
wretched
has
boxed
me
to
a
corner
at
sun
set.
Rivers
of
beer
ferry
me
to
my
house,
winds
of
liquor
fly
me
to
see
my
wife,
smoke
of
cigars
drive
me
home.
All
my
hypers
and
pipers
have
all
gone
to
nowhere
i
think
i
know.
my
pretty
girls
have
all
grown
wings
and
flew
away
to
nowhere
i
think
i
know.
Suddenly,
he
remembers
his
old
lyrics:
Beer
pushed
me
to
the
gutters,
liquor
ferry
me
to
cool
cesspool
let
me
swim.
life
is
fun
and
funny.
He
now
lives
in
regret
of
his
youthful
foolishness
and
idle
drunkness.
Wind
fears
him,
sun
hit
him
hard
with
fever,
poverty
staggers
him
so
rough.
Rivers
of
beer
ferry
me
to
my
house,
winds
of
liquor
fly
me
to
see
my
wife,
smoke
of
cigars
drive
me
home.
Smell
of
beer
loathes
him,
smoke
of
cigar
convulses
him
bitterly,
The
wind
of
poverty
is
hard
and
fierce
at
him,
shame
stirs
him
in
the
face
like
a
mirror,
shadow
fears
him.
He
cries
thus:
life
is
worrisome
at
the
dawn,
tiresome
at
dusk,
my
bones
are
weak,
my
hands
are
rotten
and
fearful.
Poverty
has
clothed
me
with
sickness
at
sun
set,
wretched
has
boxed
me
to
a
corner
at
sun
set.
Poverty
wipes
a
drunkard
just
the
way
it
wipes
a
gambler
and
mugger.
Every
drunkard
has
a
hole
or
two
in
his
and
throath
that
takes
away
all
his
money
and
strength.
Rivers
of
beer
ferry
me
to
my
house,
winds
of
liquor
fly
me
to
see
my
wife,
smoke
of
cigars
drive
me
home.
All
my
hypers
and
pipers
have
all
gone
to
nowhere
i
think
i
know.
my
pretty
girls
have
all
grown
wings
and
flew
away
to
nowhere
i
think
i
know.
Suddenly,
he
remembers
his
old
lyrics:
Beer
pushed
me
to
the
gutters,
liquor
ferry
me
to
cool
cesspool
let
me
swim.
life
is
fun
and
funny.
He
now
lives
in
regret
of
his
youthful
foolishness
and
idle
drunkness.
Wind
fears
him,
sun
hit
him
hard
with
fever,
poverty
staggers
him
so
rough.
Smell
of
beer
loathes
him,
smoke
of
cigar
convulses
him
bitterly,
The
wind
of
poverty
is
hard
and
fierce
at
him,
shame
stirs
him
in
the
face
like
a
mirror,
shadow
fears
him.
Rivers
of
beer
ferry
me
to
my
house,
winds
of
liquor
fly
me
to
see
my
wife,
smoke
of
cigars
drive
me
home.
He
cries
thus:
life
is
worrisome
at
the
dawn,
tiresome
at
dusk,
my
bones
are
weak,
my
hands
are
rotten
and
fearful.
Poverty
has
clothed
me
with
sickness
at
sun
set,
wretched
has
boxed
Iā
m
clutching
tight,
this
bottle
is
my
only
friend
Rivers
of
beer
ferry
me
to
my
house,
winds
of
liquor
fly
me
to
see
my
wife,
smoke
of
cigars
drive
me
home.