The first drink is the blood of the lamb

Sentimental, weak, but I get along

The next one, the roar of the lion

Is a much, much tougher song



Here comes the pig and the monkey

A dirty, unsteady honky-tonky

In the end, the noise of my bash

Is gonna kill the sound of memory's rash



Pour myself another one

Another one

I'm gonna drink till I'm gone

Gone gone gone



Out of the growing mist

There came an iron fist

In a world so cold

It's still a hand to hold



Pour myself another one

Another one

I'm gonna drink till I'm gone

Gone gone gone



Memories are the lights in my Hall of Shame

I'm gonna drink till I've put out the flame

Now now now

A perpetual now



I shook your hand

I failed to understand

The museum of guilt is too bizarre

I dive into my minibar



Pour myself another one

Another one

I'm gonna drink till I'm gone

Gone gone gone