Pass The Flagon Lyrics - Whitlams

Look at the moon above our heads 

Oh the night is old but it's not dead 

Let's talk of the things that we used to do 

'Cause the future looks too bleak 

My body's floatin' out in the stars 

The alcohol seems to cleanse the scars 

As another bottle hits the ground 

I feel as empty as it sounds 

So pass the flagon down the line 

It don't taste bad for such cheap wine 

And now the only thing left to forget 

Is that picture of her 

Well i awake and everything's bright 

Oh my eyes they can't adjust 

to the morning light 

My body's achin' with the cold 

I feel about a hundred years old 

So i stagger down to the D.S.S. 

To try to get myself a counter cheque 

But an hour in line's an hour of wasted time 

And i want to break their necks 

You see my wife she couldn't stand the pain 

Left one morning on the evening train 

And now the only thing left to forget 

is that picture of her 

You see my dad was one too you know 

He couldn't forget 

I don't feel proud following his footsteps 

Although the backs of his feet 

are just a memory 

From sometime long ago 

Gettin' back to the park again 

Johnny borrowed some money off a friend 

And we washed down the morning with 

Some port and curled up in the shade 

You see my job was boring 

So i got the sack 

Spent the next twelve years on my back 

And the mortgages came and 

Sucked my house down the drain 

Now these four winds they blow 

all around me 

You see my wife 

She couldn't stand the smell 

Left me here to rot in hell 

And now the only thing left to forget 

Is that picture of her