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Bendik Minibar
The first drink is the blood of the lamb Sentimental, weak, but I get along The next one, the roar of the lion Is a much, much tougher song Here comes the pig and the monkey A dirty, unsteady honky-tonky In the end, the noise of my bash Is gonna kill the sound of memory's rash Pour myself another one Another one I'm gonna drink till I'm gone Gone gone gone Out of the growing mist There came an iron fist In a world so cold It's still a hand to hold Pour myself another one Another one I'm gonna drink till I'm gone Gone gone gone Memories are the lights in my Hall of Shame I'm gonna drink till I've put out the flame Now now now A perpetual now I shook your hand I failed to understand The museum of guilt is too bizarre I dive into my minibar Pour myself another one Another one I'm gonna drink till I'm gone Gone gone gone
