Drinking Song from Drillhorse by Drillhorse

[Bedak-Lawson-Lawson]

Is there someone here to offer me
A whiskey dipped swift panacea?
Stand up all you volunteers
Making faces in the mirror…

Can’t you see my prime directive?
I’m wasted but not done
Only here for your invective
In through one ear and out it comes!
You slay me, lay me unattested,
On the burn with every mother’s son-
Formaldehyde is over-rated,
Fucked up and overated.

Some people say I’m under the weather
When I’m on a roll! I look good
Head light as a feather diggin’ myself a hole -
To drink from…

Well the doctor came to take my veins out
They’d been talkin’ to my liver,
Midnight trolls and emphysema
Strollin’ neck-deep in this river…

Can’t you see my prime directive?
So wasted I come undone!
I’m only here for your invective
In through my mouth and out it comes!
Flay me, lay me unmolested!
On the bed with any mother’s son,
The best part of me gone surrendered!
To a place of lost direction…

The dog in heaven he taught me how to drink
Like three sheets in the breeze!
I look good! Head light as feather,
Gettin’ down on my knees…
Oh gettin’ down, gettin’ down, getting’ down
On my knees…
Getting’ down… lalalallalalallallallallalla

Drink, drink, drink… oh drink!
Down down down oh drink!
Drink oh drink oh drunk!

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