Drinkin' Weiss
Over browskin to the cranium tight:
The scar of a dedicated blight -
Mammohides obscured the night!
I hear incessant tearing in my left ear;
Brewroot stains my breath here.
Surviving's my only fear!

Bottoms up to the gods Rock and Roll,
corrupting minds and stealing souls,
dancing on the rims of our bowls.
My brain consists of two components:
one that lets me live for the moment,
and one that's dead, 'cos I've blown it!

chorus:
Smokin' rings and DRINKIN' WEISS;
succumb we morrow after-morn..
And we'll always be NOT NICE.
oh! be sure to slay the lamb before dawn!
Smokin' rings and DRINKIN' WEISS;
we'll hang their heads in ev'ry hall!
And we'll always be NOT NICE.
Yes, and slug a mocking pint for them all!

Preserve and glorify the metal way:
drink as done in better days..
Wallowers'll waste away!
Burn the slough of pipeweedfields.
Kiss the bowl you wield;
discern the known from the real!

Sacrifice to the altar of Lust,
wink at those we disgust,
obey the urge that none can trust!
Bring the ceremonies to a halt:
They're ruined, and it's our fault.
The ones that had the gall!

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09 to 11/2002, 08/2003 Spatilomantis