Oh and here we go again
A broken bottle in my hand
And our taxed joints crack and bend,
From our backs we rise and stand.
Oh and here we go again,
Our vision wincing toward the sun.
Delirium tremens shake and stand,
And we decide this isn t fun.
Oh and here we go again,
On the sharp edge of a knife
Singing not but only pain,
But for some semblance of a life
That they cannot take or tax,
For it s all that we can do
The nucleus of all my friends,
And I lift my glass to you.