I've been dishelved by this drink, by the
pint's sight and stink
never enough times to stop and make me think
I've wrapped around some fingers, riddles rich in ringworm
I'm swollen still, poisoned by the sting
the black pint is my drink
you see my link
I steal and you sink
you spill and I drink
she's broken saintly vows,
she's viable and loud
auspiciously, she kicks me when I'm down
I'll never leave her side, because of my pissiness or pride
oh, how I'm shady, in the shadow of my bride
the black pint is my dream
from orange, white and green
with nightmares of poteen
spittin' up in the sink
shove it up your ass
in your ear my dear
it's the best thing that's happened to me
in 28 fucking years
so I'll thank my lucky starts
that there's a bad moon to rise
it's the best god has to offer
to hang in our skies
and when your snubbed then loved
and it's like you're fondling the dove
you better suck on something scared
because you'll never see above