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lyrics

The gypsies used to wash their eyes out in it
And the crow flies down next to me where i sit
The grape, the potato, and the wormwood, and the rye
Alcohol is going to love me til the day that i die.
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A man doesn’t exist til he’s drunk.
Ernst Hemingway said
And the last male
northern white rhinoceros is dead
Living on this lonely lump of rock
hurtling around and around and around,
at a thousand miles per hour
and our shadows grow long
And I thank god
and mr Dionysus
and I thank the devil for a little drink.
As sure as a ferret is a ferret
Everyone that you know will be reduced back to wandering atoms, in a mere 100 years, and in the meantime you have to get up in the morning,
Every morning but don’t think about the morning cos you’re here tonight

A, A is for alcohol
A, A is for alcohol
Cos when the moon crashes down like the final curtain and the end is near
You’ll see hell is empty and all the devils are here.

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I know a place at the end of the world.
Where the girls are boys and the boys are girls.
And the girls don’t give a fuck.
Hey there mr salaryman, I’m gonna Chop up your tie like soba noodles
Cause when your drinking with me your never be sober again.
And the Japanese are drinking rice
And the Russians are drinking potatoes
And the French are drinking the stars
And the Mexicans are drinking agave
And the Egyptians and drinking the palms
And the Afghans are drinking green raisins
And I am drinking whatever I can get my hands on


A, A is for alcohol
A, A is for alcohol
When the moon crashes down like the final curtain and the end is here
You’ll know hell is empty and all the devils are here.

A, A is for alcohol
A, A is for alcohol
A, A is for alcohol
A, A is for alcohol

And when the final dance is done
Do not go gentle into that good night
Because hell is empty
and all the devils
All the devils
All the devils
are here!

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from Bernie Dieter's Little Death Club, released July 31, 2019
Written by Tom Velvick, Bernie Dieter and Martin Martini

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Bernie Dieter Berlin, Germany

Having been described as 'a cross between Lady GaGa, Marlene Dietrich and Noel Fielding in sequins', Bernie is the Queen of Weimar punk kabarett; from the back alleys of Berlin and the cabaret stages of London's West End to Spiegeltents all over Australia and New Zealand, seducing audiences with her original songs and her gin soaked, lascivious charm. ... more

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