Chopper
Bleeding
Here's to That
I met an old man one night
he was dressed in rags
he never drank alone
Only in company
br/>He transformed
when the day fell
he had to drink
or he would die
He worked as a laborer
That was his job
His miserable salary was never worth all the sacrifice
The fumes of alcohol
freed him from that weight
He chose my company
and I toast to that
br/>I toast to that
after several bottles
he told me his truth
he sold his soul to the devil
drinking in solitude
being able to live forever
I had a price
he would have to drink
always in company
I was trapped
that night with his story
I need more alcohol
to free my memory
the curse overtook me
now I am the one who is imprisoned
now you drink with me
and I toast to that

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