Drunk Song

The hands on the clock stopped moving a long time ago

To the horror of cops and mothers and daughters

But I've made it to 2am

Now it's nothing to do with them

It's my life or funeral

Another round for me, and those old friends

I know it might appear to be lonely

So here's to the on

Let's drink till the stone is gone

Then start over again

A man raises his hat, and says, "johnnie walker" to you

He stands guard for the tower of london

There's heroes and villians here

Captain morgan and belvedere

And queen victoria

Wild turkeys and bass abound in this oon

And even the grouse is said to be famous

Flying through mars to bed

Triennals and stars of red

Swirling into the air

Let's ride a white horse all the way from sambucca to rome

ack the back on the mythical centaur (sator? )

strike on the harp

We sail on the

Over the air