A Toast to the wind a toast to the moon
To death and to life to loves very first swoon
Lift A glass to my friends and my enemies too
To squabbles and to battles seeing skirmishes thru
Im drunk as a sailor unsteady and tanked
My head is as empty as a gun full of blanks
Im pissed and im happy and ready to cry
So pour me another and tell me beautiful lies
Here here lets be jolly, yes yes life is grand
The food here is awful and the companies bland
Some wine for the waitress more whisky for I
I’m dying for her, to tell me beautiful lies
Cheers to my wife she”s a beautiful lass
She married a drunk with his head up his ass
And it’s to hell I’ll be going when it is my time
So tell me 12345 of your beautiful lies
Campi to your health and Chin Chin to your heart
Right now I cant stand me, but hey that’s a start
I’m locked out of heaven have no faith in mankind
But ill be your brave soldier-boy, willin’ to die
for a beautiful lie.
(Pathetic and septic and face down in the brine
Im dyin’ to live, with a beautiful lie)
Salude to the wounded form the east to the west
And proost to that dumkoff who started this mess
Nazdrave to the these apples so rotten inside
They can only be cured by a beautiful lie
Shucrum to these dervish days as they unwind
Zjee-ve-lee to the secretive passing of time
And djam to we criminals and to our crimes
Out here on parole in a beautiful lie
Yung sing to we miserable children of god
To hell with the devil he just evens the odds
Bottoms up too tomorrow and what’s left of tonight
I’ll dream of your face and the beautiful light,
it’s a beautiful life
Yes it is…
To death and to life to loves very first swoon
Lift A glass to my friends and my enemies too
To squabbles and to battles seeing skirmishes thru
Im drunk as a sailor unsteady and tanked
My head is as empty as a gun full of blanks
Im pissed and im happy and ready to cry
So pour me another and tell me beautiful lies
Here here lets be jolly, yes yes life is grand
The food here is awful and the companies bland
Some wine for the waitress more whisky for I
I’m dying for her, to tell me beautiful lies
Cheers to my wife she”s a beautiful lass
She married a drunk with his head up his ass
And it’s to hell I’ll be going when it is my time
So tell me 12345 of your beautiful lies
Campi to your health and Chin Chin to your heart
Right now I cant stand me, but hey that’s a start
I’m locked out of heaven have no faith in mankind
But ill be your brave soldier-boy, willin’ to die
for a beautiful lie.
(Pathetic and septic and face down in the brine
Im dyin’ to live, with a beautiful lie)
Salude to the wounded form the east to the west
And proost to that dumkoff who started this mess
Nazdrave to the these apples so rotten inside
They can only be cured by a beautiful lie
Shucrum to these dervish days as they unwind
Zjee-ve-lee to the secretive passing of time
And djam to we criminals and to our crimes
Out here on parole in a beautiful lie
Yung sing to we miserable children of god
To hell with the devil he just evens the odds
Bottoms up too tomorrow and what’s left of tonight
I’ll dream of your face and the beautiful light,
it’s a beautiful life
Yes it is…
Contributed by Dq82 - 2024/1/13 - 11:59
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The Toast / 1917
A Pub, the great war, a soldiers rambling commentary, A toast to the wind...