Another Vodka, a few more beers,
Salud, Sante, Good Health and Cheers,
The heart is freed, the brain subdued,
To be Honest, Crass, or Crude,

Let feelings fly from numbing lips
Who cares about Apocalypse
Just shout it out, and let things go,
The ID unleashed, no need to know.

Bacchus takes us where he will
Who cares, another, just Refill
Laugh or Cry or just fall down
The Raging Bull or sodden Clown
The Truth you see seems just so real
Because it mirrors how you feel
But like a mirror without light
It reflects a darker night
And in the morning, truth returns
The blazing sunlight shines and burns
You hide in shadows, it will pass
Till once again you hold the glass
that gives all Solace, makes all well
In the nights of an empty Hell.