Whiskey To The Sea Lyrics

well the life goes in circles as everyone know
and the mirth and the misery comes as it goes
and the drunkard's philosophy starts where it ends
have a drink to me boys and then hit me again

names will be shouted and glasses be filled
and the girls will get frisky and say what they will
but the moment of finest reflection must be
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

there's buggers and beggars and liars by trade
and white blessed angels that visit your bed
but enlightenment waits serendipitously
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

now god is quite homeless and scattered and blind
and he keeps a few things round the back of my mind
and the times he retrieves them are errant and few and i field most requests from him best i can do

he's harboring spirits, the neighbors complain
it's gone to his liver, it's gone to his brain
but it's bollocks i say, i recall pleasantly
having sent all that whiskey on back to the sea

names will be shouted and glasses be filled
and the girls will get frisky and say what they will
but the moment of finest reflection must be
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

names will be shouted and glasses be spilled
and the girls will get risky and do what they will
but i'm known to break out in such grand melody
when i'm sending my whiskey on back to the sea.

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