Bm           A 
  Here I sit at the fire
G                        F#m  G    F#m    E
  Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul
Bm                  A
  Here I drink alone and remember
G                     F#m  G    F#m    E
  A graven life, the stain of her memory

  In this cup, love's poison
  For love is the poison of life
  Tip the cup, feed the fire,
  And forget about useless fucking hope

   Bm           A         G   Bm
   Lost in the desolation of love 
   The passions we reap and sow
   Lost in the desolation of life
   This path that we walk

  Here's to love, the sickness
  The great martyr of the soul
  Here's to life, the vice
  The great herald of misery
  In this cup, spiritus frumenti
  For this is the nectar of the spirit
  Quench the thirst, drown the sorrow
  And forget about cold yesterdays

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