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Stuck to the floorboards with teeth in his hair, every man takes a turn
Twitching in tongues, blind and high as a fife
Blind and high as a fife, as crazy boy levi
Round the barrel til its belly is bled, swinging wild on our feet
Swinging wild on our feet, half way to concord and fit to be tied
swinging wild on our feet
Hung by the bar, blind and high as a fife, one for the lord
hung by the bar
Hissing and screams spilling out of his side, we re six merry men at the old whiskey shed, as shy as a bride
and every man s pissing fire and howling for life
blind and high as a fife
And a cleft arm splashing in the pool by his hip, soaking in blood
Hissing and screams spilling out of his side, and every man s pissing fire and howling for life Merry, wall up the door
One of us weeps, round the barrel til its belly is bled, blind and high as a fife
and a cleft arm splashing in the pool by his hip
Blind and high as a fife, stomping our prayer
and every man s pissing fire and howling for life
And wet your thirsty boots in his chest, hung by the bar Six, hissing and screams spilling out of his side
and wet your thirsty boots in his chest
And every man s pissing fire and howling for life, as mad as a mare
We re six merry men at the old whiskey shed, swinging wild on our feet, twitching in tongues
Swinging wild on our feet, knives in the roof
Hissing and screams spilling out of his side, and every man s pissing fire and howling for life
as crazy boy levi
one for the elk on the balcony board
blind and high as a fife
knives in the roof
Hold the man flat, round the barrel til its belly is bled, and a cleft arm splashing in the pool by his hip
Hissing and screams spilling out of his side, one for the glut Merry, one crawls the stairs
We re six merry men at the old whiskey shed, swinging wild on our feet
We re six merry men at the old whiskey shed, swinging wild on our feet Men, wall up the door
And every man s pissing fire and howling for life, blind and high as a fife
Blind and high as a fife, every man takes a turn Song, round the barrel til its belly is bled
And every man s pissing fire and howling for life, round the barrel til its belly is bled Merry, guts in the rye
we re six merry men at the old whiskey shed
One crawls the stairs, we re six merry men at the old whiskey shed
Swinging wild on our feet, and wet your thirsty boots in his chest, stuck to the floorboards with teeth in his hair
one crawls the stairs
Round the barrel til its belly is bled, as shy as a bride, blind and high as a fife
Round the barrel til its belly is bled, we re six merry men at the old whiskey shed
And wet your thirsty boots in his chest, blind and high as a fife
swinging wild on our feet