More Glee

At the bar in the middle of a wide river
We’re drinking lard that’s been heated on the stove
The bartender spoke up and said, «Yeah, well, drip, drip, drip.»
We all fell down, uh-huh!
To swimming pools of black, bubbly booze
We give up our hearts and close our eyes
When it’s dark we’ll hardly notice
The river flows till well after dark
Drinking rusty water from dry and dusty lips
Winding down and falling down
I make my wine from fish
By ten o’clock there will be no more
I’ll be sipping at the floor
I’ve finally spoken to my dessert plate
And it’s finally starting to see
That the mold that’s grown is only its own
It’ll put no fat on me
I’ve distilled from past events and the passing of events
A single long and satisfying burp
More glee. More glee
In the middle of a crisis I lose my nerve
Please kill me now