The Singing Loins - One More Bottle to Drink
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For fear of falling backwards, off of the table
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its one minute twenty past two
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and all I can hear is the clacking
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of the clock, aye aye aye aye
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and its one more bottle to drink

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my mother told me she was born in a shack in a orchard in the back of beyond
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no running water no fridge no bath and your gran drove a truck in the war
she wore mens trousers and poured pints of beer for the boys to all have a drink
and the fights with your grandad lasted all night we'd lie in our beds and pray

For fear of falling backwards, off of the table
its two minutes twenty past two
and all I can hear is the clacking
of the clock, aye aye aye aye
and its one more bottle to drink

I swore if I ever had kids, I'd never bring 'em up like that
thats what my mother she always told me and now I'm relating you this
when I was a kid just six years old watching her drunk by her feet
her naked body drunken and moonlit fall backwards off the stairs

For fear of falling backwards, off of the table
its three minutes twenty past two
and all I can hear is the clacking
of the clock, aye aye aye aye
and its one more bottle to drink

my father butt naked spittin and cursin and us kids we couldnt understand
and now I'm past thirty and I want to go back back back to the shack
to all the dead ones who went before and feel the black earth in my hands
to walk past the window and see her still go I can see her childs face

For fear of falling backwards, off of the table
its four minutes twenty past two
and all I can hear is the clacking
of the clock, aye aye aye aye
and its one more bottle to drink


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....and its one more bottle to drink