Drink

its a thin line between a swagger and a stagger
its hard to swim when your filled up to the brim
that old dutch courage got you spinning like a windmill
grinding two pound thirty for the next dull fill

and the beer soaked days flow by like this
and the years don’t flow they gush like piss
till your mind and your liver and kidneys have popped
your trembling hands signing that its maybe time you stopped

what once gave you the power now just makes you feeble
got you stinking like your granny and walking like a weeble
the ghost of sir john barleycorn has forced you to your knees
you crawl to the bar and croak "another pint there please"

I’m so serene
I feel no pain

I think with me dick and
I piss out me brain

I’m so serene
I feel no pain

it’s not a laugh now,
it’s just a fucking shame