Lyrics:
drinker
I drinks it all of the day
I am a cider drinker
It soothes all me troubles away
Oh arr oh arr aay
Oh arr oh arr aay.
It's so cosy in
Counting change drinking cider on a train
Long scraggy hair she went for the look of fame
A poetry review maybe she wrote one or two
But in her head
Welcome to the Drinker's Hour,
two thirty-five a.m.
Welcome to the cold dark time,
when I admit to what I am
I'm scared to death and all alone,
Lord,
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time
wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time
wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time
death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time
And I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
got lots of pressure, but I stay cool like a diver
I am sparkling and shiny, I'm like apple cider
I got Off White glasses, all I can see is designer
our lives to share 'cause I love my Dickens Cider?
(Music)FGC
Am
So one day I asked her to the cider plant to tour.
Dm
And at that time, I have to say,
I met the drinker for a drink
Back when I was drinking everything but the kitchen sink
He said to meet him in the bar inside the Blackstone
Which was
makes me want to suicide
Pass the joint and I'll hit it like a ride
And I know I have issues but please stick by my side
Play it off like I despise her
yet carnally fed
Call them
By their name
The priests of shame
I see your writhing tongue
Digging deeper infiltrating far beyond the safety line
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
Am I a believer in what the Good Book's all about
Am I a good ole boy hangin' at the ole hang out
Am I a drinker of a cold one now and then
You
the sand with it
She catching feelin not the rona
I am drinker, she a stoner
She be so high, I mari-wan-her
We smoking on that Denver diesel, 20 grams of it
Had to change the name, something I was proud to say
Something I was proud to leave at murders when I ran away
I am not a man, rising up out from
was walking down the yule by the sea
The sun was very bright, the day was very warm
"Damn", I said, "A Guinness wouldn't do me any harm"
So I slid into
Tell me naver you Umana atitata
Donkey donkey donkey donkey donkey
You no
What ever you do
Karma will bring it back
Am not a drinker
Am not a cigarette
Six AM laaro kutu
Lacing up my shoes
What does my city have planned for me?
Appointment on the Mainland
I'm trying to account for the traffic
Hope I
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I
heart?
Once upon a time I used to go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinkin' to myself, hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinkin' by myself,
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
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