Pass the flagon lyrics

Artist  : Whitlams 
Song : Pass the flagon
 
Look at the moon above our heads Oh the night is
old but it's not dead Let's talk of the things
that we used to do 'Cause the future looks too
bleak My body's floatin' out 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 Gettin' 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 these 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