He would drink until his eyes turned black,
and drink until his voice would crack
he'd drink and drink, then drink some more,
like he'd never drank before
Imagine life inside a dream,
where drink flows freely like a stream,
and settles into all your veins,
with the steadiness of monsoon rains
But when the drinks would all run dry,
he'd point his fingers to the sky
and beg for drink so strong and true,
it'd make the hearts of men turn blue
Alas his wish had failed to pass,
he found the good book in his grasp
then prayed to Jesus and Moses too,
to find salvation beyond the brew
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