The Black Pint

I've been dishelved by this drink, by the pint's sight and stink never enough times to stop and make me think I've wrapped around some fingers, riddles rich in ringworm I'm swollen still, poisoned by the sting

the black pint is my drink

you see my link

I steal and you sink

you spill and I drink

she's broken saintly vows, she's viable and loud auspiciously, she kicks me when I'm down I'll never leave her side, because of my pissiness or pride oh, how I'm shady, in the shadow of my bride

the black pint is my dream

from orange, white and green

with nightmares of poteen.

spittin' up in the sink

shove it up your ass in your ear my dear it's the best thing that's happened to me in 28 fucking years

so I'll thank my lucky starts that there's a bad moon to rise it's the best god has to offer, to hang in our skiesand when your snubbed then loved and it's like you're fondling the dove you better suck on something scared, because you'll never see above

the black pint is my drink you see my link I steal and you sink you spill and I drink