Happy Hours

The world goes for a drowning
Going in whiskyoing
Jiyo.Jiyo.Jiyo.
Cheerso.Prosto.Brothers.All calling

The door revolves for the sake of revolving
The dance is slow
A rhythm beating to the teardrop
Fuck the tear wheres the beer
Served cold chilled and sobered
Sedated with laughter
Dance is getting strong
3-4 and the 5th peg begs the question
The hook bows down to the song

Hours have come to an end
No front and no behind
No waiting.No baiting
Sweet as the last drop of this spilled wine
Tomorrow your doors will again open
In search of yet another soul
Quietly quite broken