Full of Wine

[Verse 1]
Having ventured miles beyond the parish ditches
I soon lose the familiar scent of shit on wheat
And now, will these pockets be filled or will they fill me
Full of wine?

[Verse 2]
These anecdotes, echoed
From pub snugs, steel jugs
Old lads roaring the youth out of their faces
Twist my ears and pull my legs
From the street, through the main door
‘Til I’m the ear they echo for

[Chorus]
Fed with talk, I gulp and sup
Another for one is never enough
Fed with talk, I gulp and sup
And onward, unaware
Fed with talk, I gulp and sup
Another for one is never enough
Fed with talk, I gulp and sup
And onward, unaware
Onward, unaware
Onward, unaware

[Verse 3]
Swimming in the stout
Watching the cream from below
The head above it sinks slowly, to where I wade
And I can’t hear the din about me
Have to sit here, at the bottom
Before my mouth will swallow me

[Outro]
Onward, unaware
Onward, unaware