Come drink the cup to the very last sup
And sing the Devils praise.
Come fill the cup, and bottoms up,
Throught your remaining days.
Come sip the cup, and feel the pain,
And wine away your time.
Spend all you have for pleasures vain,
The Devil glees sublime.
Come hoist the glass, and feign be proud.
What's left is mortal shame.
Waste now, think not, and cry aloud,
How others are to blame.
Do you understand why I wear a frown?
Why life just let me down.
So one more time, drinks all around.
My destiny waits six feet underground
