The Black Pint

I've been dishelved by this drink, by the pint's sight and stink never enough times to stop and make me think I've wrapped around some fingers, riddles rich in ringworm I'm swollen still, poisoned by the sting
the black pint is my drink
you see my link
I steal and you sink
you spill and I drink
she's broken saintly vows, she's viable and loud auspiciously, she kicks me when I'm down I'll never leave her side, because of my pissiness or pride oh, how I'm shady, in the shadow of my bride
the black pint is my dream
from orange, white and green
with nightmares of poteen.
spittin' up in the sink
shove it up your ass in your ear my dear it's the best thing that's happened to me in 28 fucking years
so I'll thank my lucky starts that there's a bad moon to rise it's the best god has to offer, to hang in our skiesand when your snubbed then loved and it's like you're fondling the dove you better suck on something scared, because you'll never see above
the black pint is my drink you see my link I steal and you sink you spill and I drink