On Round Nine The Same Family

Day after day,
And shot after shot,
Alcohol,
Instead of blood.
I'm here to rest my bruised,
And weary sack of bones,
There is a truth,
That everyone's been ever told.
The tiredness, the grief,
And all your inner pain,
Will disappear after,
An empty shot remains.
Up to the mouth,
And down to the bottom,
On the way to hangover,
At full throttle.
Down the road,
And up to the throat,
This flood of moonshine lava,
Is hard to uphold.
Been through the problems,
And all the hardships of the day,
Just to get the work,
I do thoroughly paid.
My boots might smell as awful,
As a pack of horses,
I'll have them on to keep,
The stink out of your noses.
Up to the mouth,
And down to the bottom,
On the way to hangover,
At full throttle.
Down the road,
And up to the throat,
This flood of moonshine lava,
Is hard to uphold.
DRINK TILL YOU DROP!
Up to the mouth,
And down to the bottom,
On the way to hangover,
At full throttle.
Down the road,
And up to the throat,
This flood of moonshine lava,
Is hard to uphold.
Day after day,
And shot after shot,
Alcohol,
Is never enough.