Lyrics:

Oh, I've got liquor corroding my throatpipe,
I surrender to the bender I'm floating up mote-like,
Reveling in the pleasure of the poisoned brain,
That time-tested ratio of joys and pain.

That mash made in heaven and torn from the stover
Opened a trove of emotion unknown to the sober.
I did not know nor care where I headed,
I shall have fun and live to regret it.

Traveling at a totter in a typical drinkcraze,
I happily trod the more and more difficult brinkways,
So wasted even the taste did seem savory.
God, you're twisted but oh,
You favor me.

I danced all night with a demented intensity,
Then down down to the floor I descended insensibly,
My liver so laden and swollen so portly,
That no two legs in the world could support me.
That bender turned dire and vile,
Up from within me came spiring bile,
And spasm after spasm of the abdomen jaggedly,
Staggered me with daggerlike jabs of agony.
My forehead to the floorboard,
I mumbled toungueless,
To the wonderful underworld of footfilth and fungus,
That abounded around me in a slanted fantasia.
Till even my groaning gave way to aphasia,

And the swirling of the turpitude above me,
Faded away.
I opened up an eyelid...lovely!
I'd made it to day.
My turgid head tender from that bender's battery,
So fragile even a thought too shocking could shatter me.

The telltale stainwork outlasted the bastardies,
My pristine shirt now an abstract masterpiece.