The Waxies The Cure

Текст с Bandcamp а: Tuesday night, we re drunk again Treatment comes more often by the count But less by the aching in my head A nod to the bar, time to begin Another round Another round and nobody sees the gold go down But the prophecies are all flowin now And we ve finally found the cure For our daily pains and the weights we hang By the open door of this old place When you need a release this is the time To let it all out Crawl the streets, forget our names Four more hours til light of morning Then we ll race to work and wait My hand on your shoulder, do you believe You re not alone Oh we d die if we quit but we don t give a shit We re more than thirsty workers you see By dead we re dead walking, at night we re all gods And the drink never ceases to flow Put your glass under the tap and open your trap It s rest for the weary you know From dust to dust, from the field to the pub It s sustenance for me from Down with the Ship, released September 15, 2015 M. Prokopchuk, C. Bardallis The Waxies