Vintage Whine

歌詞

I'll play Bacchus for the evening Pray, be seated, take your places Should my manner 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 inspection The bubbles burst, this ain't "sham-pain" I've watched hopes wither on the vine The fruits of labour's toil 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 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 Non-cordial, it's bile bouquet Laments ferment, the patience "schnapps" Cask full of mulled futile dismay My well-aged rage, 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!