I stagger all over the land
Cant you see I’m drunk
Isn’t my mind all blank
But im not mad mind you
Am only drunk with the drink I drank
Philosophers could describe me as being drunk
Others as being drunk but becoming mad
And yet they are the ones that are mad
Because it doesn’t matter what I am
It doesn’t matter what I will become
All that matters is why
Why I’m drunk with the drink I drank
I drunk my anger away
Spirituality is the cure for alcoholism
Yet I don’t need a cure, I drank on my own accord
I drank the cruelty of a nation to my poor mother
I drunk the lies I heard in the news
I drank the wars and hatred that we see as right
U say im drunk and yet I can reason well
At least I know there is no bad peace or good war
That’s why I drank the drink that got me drunk
That’s why I sank in the tank of the drunk
The permissive society of woe and evil is drunk
It is intoxicated in its own ignorance and folly
It wallows in the mud of its own making
Therefore don’t call me mad, insane or drunk
I only drank the drink to level up to your standard
Ive joined the society that drank the drink
And now we are drunk with the drink we drank.
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