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