Vintage Whine-Skyclad
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TXT Vintage Whine-Skyclad 文本歌词
Vintage Whine - Skyclad
Written by：Graeme English/Martin Walkyier
I'll paly bacchus for the evening
Pray be seated take your places
Should my manna seem displeasing
Offend your airs and graces
I've a list long as your arm
The connoisseur's selection
Such bitter whines a quaff of qualms
Awaiting your inspections no
The bubbles burst this aint sham pain
I've watched hopes wither on the vine
The fruits of labours toiled in vain
I reap soul grapes at harvest time
Anno 1999 a classic year for vintage whine
Since it's drawn
I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time
I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me
New strength from it I'll borrow
My maudlin' is a caudle
That would fill a thousand kegs
Anno 1999 a classic year for vintage whine
Here's one for the road afore ye go
Drink deep sweet lads and lasses
Those blighted crops you gladly sow
Shall one day fill your glasses
Brood for decades pure hate distilled
Then bottled up much longer
Revenge a draught I'll serve you chilled
When
Time has made it stronger
Noncordial it's bile bouquet
Laments ferment the patience schnapps
Cask full of mulled futile dismay
My wellagedrage you 've turned the taps
Anno 1999 a classic year for vintage whine
Since it's drawn
I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time
I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me
New strength from it I'll borrow
My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs
Anno 1999 a classic year for vintage whine
Since it's drawn
I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me
New strength from it I'll borrow
My maudlin' is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs
Since it's drawn
I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me
New strength from it I'll borrow
My maudlin' is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs
Anno 1999 a classic year for vintage whine
