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A drunk is a man Who is stronger within Than many a teetotaller would have you believe A drunk is a man Who's nostalgically prone And that, soldier, to me Is a good way to be Who needs faith when there's a bottle And a bottle gives regular blues Let your mind escape into the bottle And rattle there till it brews In your subconscious sleep there is no laughter And your heat swims like a shark Upon your beach, nothing but nostalgia A little puppy that's lost his bark In the little red bottle Is all I believe My soul has dropped within And the little red bottle Is responsible for so many blues But blues to a song are gold Aus Songtexte Mania