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The City of Alcohol
As evening falls
The city calls
On its golden horn,
"Come hear my voice,
Come rejoice,
Come and be reborn"
You step as if
You heard the riff
Of your favourite rock and roll
And it's six stops down
To Old Drunks' Town
From the City of Alcohol
We stand in clumps
By curving pumps
Lined up for our fun
And the whispering hiss
and the warm-up kiss
Of a bottle that's undone
This geisha city
Tells us we're witty
Brilliant and deep and droll
And it's five stops down
To Old Drunks' Town
From the City of Alcohol
The city gyrates
With new best mates
On their legless feet
And the screams and shouts
From the girls and louts,
Stumbing in the street,
They don't act pretty
It's not a fit city
For an evening stroll
And it's four stops down
To Old Drunks' Town
From the City of Alcohol.
A bad surprise
Unglue your eyes
Liquefied in light
And then the dread
Of what's in bed,
Picked up in the night
You're feeling shitty
And yes that city
It surely takes its toll
And it's three stops down
To Old Drunks' Town
From the City of Alcohol
And one of them
At 4 am
Is sitting on his own
And with every word
Blurred and slurred
He calls you on the phone
Repeats the fable
How he is able
To keep it in control
And it's two stops down
To Old Drunks' Town
From the City of Alcohol
There's that old drunk
Stinks like a skunk
Clothes and reeking breath
Sitting in gutters,
Yells and mutters
On his way to death
His mind killed first
By his murderous thirst
Then his body and soul
And it's one stop down
To Old Drunks' Town
From the City of Alcohol.