The first drink is the blood of the lam
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