Dec 09, 2004 09:17
Well we fell into prison
about a quarter to three,
Where I found in my cell
a glass waiting for me.
So I filled what was empty
and I pulled up a stool,
but he stood in the corner,
the ol' Devil wouldn't move.
He said "You drink when you're lonely"
"No I drink when I want."
He said "You'll never be sober"
"Sure, why would I want that?"
I only drink to be merry,
but unfortunately...
I'm in the wrong prison cell
and the wrong company!
-Flogging Molly