A Em D DmF#m Amaj7 D E [Verse 1]A Em D Dm Back at the house, a bottle is foundF#m Amaj7 D E And opened in honour of those who have drownedBm Em D G While we who have not are stricken with guiltF Bb6 E And dutifully see that not one drop is spiltA Em D Dm We're drinking to life we're drinking to deathF#m Amaj7 D E We're drinking 'til none of our livers are leftBm Em D G We're winding our way down to the spirit storeF Bb6 E A Em D Dm We'll drink till we just can't drink anymore [Refrain]F#m Amaj7 D E A Em D Dm Raise your glasses high,F#m E D E A drink the cellar dry [Verse 2]A Em D Dm Well, bloody my nose and blacken my eyeF#m Amaj7 D E If it ain't some young Turk in search of a fightBm Em D G And Chanticleer's chest is sagging with prideF Bb6 E For honour has yet to be satisfiedA Em D Dm Well, Heaven be thanked we live in an ageF#m Amaj7 D E When no man need bother except on the stageBm Em D G With "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"F Bb6 G# And definitely not tonight [Bridge]Fm I can still rememberC# When I was just a kidEb I was free to do what I wanted toCm But I never, ever didC# So now with years of discretion reachedC# May we not forgetBb "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité"Eb For there's life in the Old World yet!G# Fm There'll always be an EnglandC# Eb An Ireland and a FranceCm C# A Liechtenstein and FinlandBb E Eb And we have only one chance [Pre-Chorus]G# Earnest young man with an unhealthy tanFm Puts a drink in my hand and says "I understandC# You're in search of the place to continue the chaseEb Of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case that youCm All come with me to my place by the seaC# Where the glasses shall be overflowing with freeBb Alcoholic delights and free love if you likeE For what point has this life If you can't realiseA Em D Dm Your dreams?" [Refrain]F#m Amaj7 D E A Em D Dm Oh, raise your glasses highF#m Amaj7 D E And drink the town dry [Verse 3]A Em D Dm We'll drink beyond the boundaries of senseF#m Amaj7 D E We'll drink 'til we start to see lovely pink elephantsBm Em D G Inside our heads inside our bedsF Bb6 E Inside the threads of our pyjama legsA Em D Dm So don't shoot til you see the reds of our eyesF#m Amaj7 D E And an army of elephants marching behindBm Em D G From the day I was born till the night I will dieF Bb6 E A All my lovers will be pink and elephantine
A Drinking Song
The Divine Comedy
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