Deloris - Dead Drunks lyrics

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Deloris - Dead Drunks lyrics

Limousines and polished cars flee and bars and steal their way south To the broken river mouth where wives are moved to tears By the clubhouse chandeliers where men swap tales and boast Of brushes with their ghosts and the birds with no voice boxes were all asleep And the night just rolled in thick like black vaseline Fires that burn and bleed and flicker on the beach Send word to the captain's post there's parties on the coast I saw them from the boast lose their minds on chardonnay Saw them stumble on the earth saw them screaming at the surf Is this to be our end am I to be your final friend Are we promising ourselves out of having anything? To remind us we're alive to overthrow our enemies and spies To love and in return burst into cinders and burn Hands like broken china mugs steer this fleet Of loser part time thugs into a moonless bay Into the jet-black waves a single lamp hangs from the mast Like an icon in our wake though it's much too cold for stars We crane our necks as far as we can too see this mess Hanging over us like d**h so we raise our gla**es And bu*ton up our coats and we think about the good times In the belly of the boat I saw them from the house first jack-knife and then capsize saw them leave this little earth saw them swallowed by the surf Is this to be our end am I to be your final friend Are we promising ourselves out of having anything To remind us we're alive to overthrow our enemies and spies To love and in return burst into cinders and burn In cold silence we'll make our way to the great windows that frame our bay And we feel she's sick cause we know her soul And we'll save the men whose lives she stole And we'll lift our heads above our hearts And we'll find some more drinking cups Cause tonight... We'll pull The drunks our from the sea They'll be pale and dead but free And we'll line the balconies Searching for our friends And we brave what fortune brings But we won't give up our things For kilometres along the coast We'll be toasting dead men's ghosts Raise your gla**es Raise your gla**es Raise your gla**es And set their spirits free Evoking the dead drunks of the sea