Lyrics

Drunk

Line ‘em up bartender
Pour from the well, another round
A sour brew this November
Now we’re burning down the house

So, raise your drink to nothing
Sound & fury in a glass
Yes, we’re moving mountains
Avalanche, at last

Let’s get drunk on ideas
At least, 50 years old
No one likes those ideas
Unless, they were already in control

Truth’s getting roughed up like a cheap whore
In this once grand saloon
No one wants to dance with her anymore
They called her looks too soon

C Dario Cohen 2017/Cody Lee