Death in June & Boyd Rice - In Vino Veritas | Текст песни

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• Death in June & Boyd Rice
• In Vino Veritas

So won't someone pour me another martini to sip while Rome is afire? So won't someone pour me another martini, and we'll toast the world's funeral pyre.
I was born in a blizzard of bubbles, rising us towards the sun. Clock this world up for the dead(?), and he said he'd rather have fun. I've been drinking, and I've been thinking, and I think that I'll drink some more. So here's to your health, and here's to crime, and here's to sex evermore. We're men of the brain, and not cocaine. I treasure my pleasure and cherish your pain. So won't someone pour me another martini to sip while Rome is afire? Won't someone pour me another martini, and we'll toast the world's funeral pyre.
So let's have another, another sherry, gin and vermouth, whisky sour, highball, 7 and 7(?), midori martini, chardonnay, rum and coke, margaritas, long island iced tea, cognac, daiquiris, bloody mary, (something) all around, Jaegermeister, Irish whisky, keep them coming, keep the glasses full.
To crime, here's mud in your eye, (something), chin-chin, (something), (something), (something), Heilige, (something).