I sat in December waiting for someone clever
With whom I could share a rapport
But alas I was given to fits of submission
To glasses or bottles of port
Then one icy midnight when asked, "Are you alright?"
By a caring but foolhardy sort
I replied, "I feel fine," when I feel like I'm dying
From glasses or bottles of port
Count the time that just passed and add it to the last
Several years trapped in this drunken fort
I have the suspicion you yourself would be wishing
For glasses and bottles of port
For glasses or bottles of port
For glasses or bottles
For glasses or bottles
For glasses or bottles of port
credits
from Subscreen,
track released August 7, 2011
Lyrics: Trevor Peach
Musics: Angry Beef
Sings: Creepy Sheep
Harmonies: Organic Carrot