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letra de bout of sobriety - vivian stanshall

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with a little red wine beneath my belt
i breathe breath that can melt the paint off doors
a tongue to strip the polish off a parquet floor smooth
wake up in the morning with a concertina cough

my c0ke-encrusted lungs a’fluttering like a pigeon loft
brown-top-fingers fumble for the first days f-g
stick it in my face and
(cough)
what a drag

once my skin was soft as a hard-boiled egg
i held the whole wide globe in the palm of my leg
i was the clear-eyed pride of an upright man
now i’m a downright sot-of-a-son and that’s sad

but i’m trying real hard, think i’ve served my time
in the purple-stained arms of the daughter of the vine
i’d like to settle down but first i gotta settle up
with the understanding man in the embalming-fluid shop

’cause i got swinging jowls, a puke-box and an ulcer
my ole arteries are hardening just fine, do it

that sounded so authentic, like to thank you
bubs and ric for your wholesome country fiddling
and i love the way you pick your noses while you’re waiting
will there be another take? i hope not
’cause i’m knackered and i’m dying for a snakes

get home early morning and i throw myself in bed
asleep my mouth wide-open, me woman thinks i’m dead
she kicks me, i start grunting, she knows that i’m alright
disgusting in the darkness, i’ve been boozing through the night

yeah, i’m snoring like a rhino, she gives a little dig
i roll onto my side and i start
(snort)
like a pig

now she starts to rabbit, you should hear the way she talks
“you see so many bottles, why don’t you get yourself a cork?”
gotta gl-ss in my hand, gotta bottle gonna guzzle
gotta stop, gotta go, maybe buy myself a muzzle

- vivian stanshall

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