Sort of an Old World Drinking song - half joking, half autobiographical...
All noises produces by Sven Curth except:
Mandolin: Lowell Bailey
Accordion: Ichabod Gunn
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It's our last night to get drunk
It's our last night to get drunk
It's our last night to get drunk
...till tomorrow
When I was a boy and the world filled with joy,
I had dreams in the stars and a room full of toys.
I had family who loved me and people who cared,
and the good Lord above me if I ever got scared.
But despite all that kindness and laughter and love
and the vigilant gaze of the good Lord above
I became who I am, 'tis a sad tale to tell
Lawless and Godless and thirsty as hell!
So fill your cups to full, now lads
Dwell no more on today
What happens, is what happens
And we'll bear it, come what may
Lay down your fears beside you -
And forget about your sorrows
It's our last night to get drunk
It's our last night to get drunk
It's our last night to get drunk
...till tomorrow
I made my own choices throughout all the years
some led me to laughter and others to tears
But I licked my own wounds and I bore my own pain
You can't break their rules if you don't play their game
And I stand here before you the man I am now -
trying to muster the strength to continue, somehow
But I make no excuse for the shape that I'm in,
I may one day give out, but I'll never give in!
So fill your cups to full, now lads
Dwell no more on today
What happens, is what happens
And we'll bear it, come what may
Lay down your fears beside you -
And forget about your sorrows
So as I take this final sip
...until the next one wets my lips
Having squandered all I've begged, or stole, or borrowed
Let the memory of today fade peacefully to gray
t's our last night to get drunk
It's our last night to get drunk
It's our last night to get drunk
...till tomorrow
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