The Victory Party

I was Dreaming when I heard the announcement:
The struggle was over and we had won it
I knew the victory party was imminent
So I started looking to find it
I came upon a blinded veteran
Warming his hands by the fire of an oil drum
I said "Comrade, can you give me directions?"
"I'm lost on the way to the celebration."
I'm looking--for the victory party

He said
"Cross the river on what's left of the train bridge
Take a left at the charred remains of the orphanage
Turn right at the pile of dog-chewed corpses
Of men and women and dogs and horses."
After hours of weary searching
I was weary and sick and lurching
Down the steps of a dark red tavern
I recognized the music playing
I'm looking--for the victory party

I danced with a lady and in the low light there
I knew we were right on the brink of our best years
She said "I've been saving these fish net stockings
And this is a special occasion."
They served me whisky and I said "I'm surprised now
That you still have Chivas Regal."
They said "We mix it in the back in a washtub
Then we colour it up with some brown stuff."
I drank it down with cheerful avidity--
I don't want a reputation for negativity

I raised my glass and said "L'chaim, everybody!
Let's drink a toast to the victory party!"
I'm looking--for the victory party