Little Red Bottle Songtext

von Martin Stephenson And The Daintees

A drunk is a man
Who is stronger within
Than many a teetotaller would have you believe
A drunk is a man
Who's nostalgically prone
And that, soldier, to me
Is a good way to be
Who needs faith when there's a bottle
And a bottle gives regular blues
Let your mind escape into the bottle
And rattle there till it brews
In your subconscious sleep there is no laughter
And your heat swims like a shark
Upon your beach, nothing but nostalgia
A little puppy that's lost his bark
In the little red bottle
Is all I believe
My soul has dropped within
And the little red bottle
Is responsible for so many blues
But blues to a song are gold