A Few More Drinks -

This test I’ve been used only has one way

It is your choice to choose

I can’t tell you

what is right.

Let’s have a few more drinks

Until we think that we’re alright

I’ll fill up in the morning and I’ll kill you

I will not be there when you turn your heavy head

And we will be nowhere

when they tell you

you are dead.

I am just returned from seeing you the other night

I don’t know if I made myself clear to you

You’re the morning when the two of us get in a fight

And true enough for that to be the end of you

Cause my friend I am bored of you

and I can’t live knowing you live too

but I can’t seem to follow through

The night is crawling slowly home

And I lay with my head against the wall like pictures that I hang

I’ll have another drink or two until I feel that I’m all right

Till the troubles in my mind aren’t clanging

If I could sing it clearly and sing it my way

Out through the district to find you