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At the bottom of the first drink,
I found my nerve.
At the bottom of the next one,
I met my girl.
At the bottom of the third drink,
I found the fourth.
And at the bottom of that one
was a trojan horse
that carried in demons
who brought their brides.
And they tempted darkeness,
where I lost my mind.
Well, the fifth drink found it
and carries it home where my girl was waiting
one foot out the door.

Another night spent collecting dust.
Mug shot of a marbles bust.
Ruination leaves the lantern lit,
so I know where the good lovin' is.

I used to be a goddam saint.
I said my prayers and I handled snakes.
Until the road introduced me to sin.
I only shook hands with drink,
but he had friends with him.

I cursed the day we raised out glass
up like a bridge to let the devil pass,
cause' he aint ever left this town,
and only beaten and unborn are living with him now.

I used to be a holy man,
"Once put an onion in a beggars hand"*
But now I would rather not believe.
How could a man I've never met be so cruel to me?

At least I'm in good company. (x2)
I'll drink to that. (x2)

Dash the cup.
Fifteen years has been long enough.
Put the child in an unmarked grave
and burn the black book, page by page.
Go alone, there is your road.
For once, I'm awake and will not serve madness. (x2)
Cause' I am not the company I keep.
Dash the cup.
Fifteen years has been long enough.
Put the child in an unmarked grave
and burn the black book, page by page.


*from The Brothers Karamazov by Dostyevsky.

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