Whitlams

Whitlams - Pass the Flagon

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Look at the moon above our heads

Oh the night is old but it's not dead

Let's talk of things that we used to do

'Cause the future looks too bleak

My body's floatin' up in the stars

The alcohol seems to cleanse the scars

As another bottle hits the ground

I feel as empty as it sounds

So pass the flagon down the line

It don't taste bad for such cheap wine

And now the only thing left to forget

Is that picture of her

Well I awake and everything's bright

Oh my eyes they can't adjust

To the morning light

My body's achin' with the cold

I feel about a hundred years old

So I stagger down to the D.S.S.

To try to get myself a counter cheque

But an hour in line's an hour of wasted time

And I want to break their necks

You see my wife she couldn't stand the pain

Left one morning on the evening train

And now the only thing left to forget

Is that picture of her

You see my dad was one too you know

He couldn't forget

I don't feel proud following his footsteps

Although the backs of his feet

Are just a memory

>From sometime long ago

Getting' back to the park again

Johnny borrowed some money off a friend

And we washed down the morning with

Some port and curled up in the shade

You see my job was boring

So I got the sack

Spent the next twelve years on my back

And the mortgages came and

Sucked my house down the drain

Now those four winds they blow

All around me

You see my wife

She couldn't stand the smell

Left me here to rot in hell

And now the only thing left to forget

Is that picture of her

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