More Glee - Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

At the bar in the middle of a wide river

We’re drinking lard that’s been heated on the stove

The bartender spoke up and said, «Yeah, well, drip, drip, drip.»

We all fell down, uh-huh!

To swimming pools of black, bubbly booze

We give up our hearts and close our eyes

When it’s dark we’ll hardly notice

The river flows till well after dark

Drinking rusty water from dry and dusty lips

Winding down and falling down

I make my wine from fish

By ten o’clock there will be no more

I’ll be sipping at the floor

I’ve finally spoken to my dessert plate

And it’s finally starting to see

That the mold that’s grown is only its own

It’ll put no fat on me

I’ve distilled from past events and the passing of events

A single long and satisfying burp

More glee.

More glee

In the middle of a crisis I lose my nerve

Please kill me now