Pass The Flagon lyrics
by Whitlams



Look at the moon above our headsOh the night is old but it's not deadLet's talk of the things that we used to do'Cause the future looks too bleakMy body's floatin' out in the starsThe alcohol seems to cleanse the scarsAs another bottle hits the groundI feel as empty as it soundsSo pass the flagon down the lineIt don't taste bad for such cheap wineAnd now the only thing left to forgetIs that picture of herWell i awake and everything's brightOh my eyes they can't adjustto the morning lightMy body's achin' with the coldI feel about a hundred years oldSo i stagger down to the D.S.S.To try to get myself a counter chequeBut an hour in line's an hour of wasted timeAnd i want to break their necksYou see my wife she couldn't stand the painLeft one morning on the evening trainAnd now the only thing left to forgetis that picture of herYou see my dad was one too you knowHe couldn't forgetI don't feel proud following his footstepsAlthough the backs of his feetare just a memoryFrom sometime long agoGettin' back to the park againJohnny borrowed some money off a friendAnd we washed down the morning withSome port and curled up in the shadeYou see my job was boringSo i got the sackSpent the next twelve years on my backAnd the mortgages came andSucked my house down the drainNow these four winds they blowall around meYou see my wifeShe couldn't stand the smellLeft me here to rot in hellAnd now the only thing left to forgetIs that picture of her