When once was a lad of twenty two, I fell upon my way, My life devoid of meaning And my conscience led astray. 'Til a wise man took me by the hand And said, "Lad you're in luck! The only way to salvation Lies with the Brothers of Halamathunk."
When once was a lass of twenty two, I was a common whore. Promiscuous in morals But my soul required more. 'Til the Drunken Monks unveiled to me The secret to it all: There's not one problem on this earth That can't be solved with alcohol.
Some religions have gods to which you must plead. Some religions have books that they force you to lead. But when your heart is heavy and your spirits have sunk, You should go to the Brothers of Halamathunk. Trading psalms for flasks and sins for cheer, Drowning guilty thoughts down in a baptismal beer. When your heart is heavy and your spirits have sunk, You should go to the Brothers of Halamathunk.
When once was a lad of twenty two, I fell upon hard times. A life ridden with poverty And commission of crimes. With temples, churches, scriptures Left me writhing in the muck. The truth came like a great cascade, Poured by the Brothers of HalamathunkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
