A Vodka for my Kafka, a Pavlov cigarette tomorrow will be violent, so tonight drink and forget Stand up on the tables, kick over the chairs Drink till we're unable, to walk back down the stairs Tequila for Agrippa, Gin for all the gents Whiskey for the risky men who take down governments Scotch to keep it on the rocks, and wine for those who do Beers, more cheers and drowning tears another round will do Another Vodka for my Kafka, I'll need it for the road As your dogma chase my karma down another unmarked road Let it howl and claw my window as I aim straight for its soul When the shotgun barrel blisters, I'll snicker and reload Ain't no grand solution, just a cockroach revolution You better have a strong constitution Here comes the cockroach revolution One last Vodka for my Kafka before bed when I get home Alone, dirty sheets and dreams, I'm a filthy cock-a-roach I've lived through revolution, and I've lived through many wars I'll live and then my offspring, will live through many more Ain't no grand solution, just a cockroach revolution You better have a strong constitution Here comes that cockroach revolution So Tequila for the gripa, Gin for all the gents Whiskey for the risky men who take down governments Scotch to keep it on the rocks, and wine for those who do Beers, more cheers and drowning tears another round will do