Whitlams 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
