100 Bottles of Wine


There's no more coffee left
and I have to go
The cat has no food
and I have to go
but nature bores, it is so grey
one hundred bottles of wine and I stay

The nerves under tension
I cannot move
My eyes just stare
I cannot move
The hands automatic, the throat is dry
one hundred bottles of wine, or I die

one hundred times drunk
and the sun does shine
one hundred bottles of wine

one hundred times drunk
and the world is mine
is mine is mine is mine

alarm bells ring melodies 
six feet under me
a hundred and one more
six feet under me
for the gods above and the shining sun
I've got one hundred bottles and you none