Post by lunaria on May 4, 2006 9:58:00 GMT -5
Dead Drunken Mates
If I should die drunk
To heaven I'll stumble
O'er the feet of St. Peter
I'll trip and I'll tumble,
Then I'll stagger on my way
Till I fall through the gates
That's when I'll be back
With my dead drunken mates.
Those tossers I call friends
Who drank till another one fell
Then toasted the departure
And wished the body well,
Then remembered in drink
Till the next one fell down
When we raised our glasses high
and we had another round.
If I should die drunk
I'll go as I was happy to be
Spare me the tears
Put a keg of beer in with me,
To keep me well watered
Till I find my own cloud
Those familiar p!ssed faces
That dead drunken crowd.
Let them all welcome me
To their clouds of booze
Were we're dead already
And have nothing to lose,
Were we can drink till we choke
And fall dead there and then
To wake and find ourselves
Back in Heaven again.
Copyright Cuch
If I should die drunk
To heaven I'll stumble
O'er the feet of St. Peter
I'll trip and I'll tumble,
Then I'll stagger on my way
Till I fall through the gates
That's when I'll be back
With my dead drunken mates.
Those tossers I call friends
Who drank till another one fell
Then toasted the departure
And wished the body well,
Then remembered in drink
Till the next one fell down
When we raised our glasses high
and we had another round.
If I should die drunk
I'll go as I was happy to be
Spare me the tears
Put a keg of beer in with me,
To keep me well watered
Till I find my own cloud
Those familiar p!ssed faces
That dead drunken crowd.
Let them all welcome me
To their clouds of booze
Were we're dead already
And have nothing to lose,
Were we can drink till we choke
And fall dead there and then
To wake and find ourselves
Back in Heaven again.
Copyright Cuch