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