Trash Can Sinatras - Drunken Chorus
I'm looking on the bright side, but I still don't see the light, and why are friends so hard to find on Wednesday night?
I've got a ten pound note in my pocket and it'll never find it's way back home
And you thought I'd be lonely when you'd gone
Discipline is a shelter... the punishment's my home
Built on sticks and stones, and now brittle bones
I'm just a slip of a thing and now I'm on the slide and I get so confused on my own
Barmaids beware... sweet-stout style and whiskey-drunk flair
I'm drinking the wishing well dry and collecting the coins and my cup's brimming over with bliss
Seem's that when my throat gets dry my words get wry and I raise my glass like a fist... every sip's a kiss
You used to say my secrets were safe and that I had no need to lock them away
But I could kick myself to death for leaving you the key, and now I know what security means to me
Hard to get a hold of what it means to me and it's hard to get out of the gutter when it's raining feet and every helping hand's a fist
I'm drinking the wishing well dry and collecting the coins and my cup's brimming over with bliss
Seem's that when my throat gets dry my words get wry and I raise my glass like a fist... every sip's a kiss
But hey where will I go and now that you have gone and now that you have gone and now that it has gone
Where will I go... no no where, where will I go... no no where will I go, no nowhere
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