Complain Or Pain

Bring the bottle that’s full of whine
Kick the brick to say I’m doing fine
What a tale to weave about yourself
Pity the toast is not to good health
Just a sliver of glass beneath the nail
Enough to cause me to shout and wail
It’s why the banshee never shuts up
If it did then there’d be a chance to fill the cup
Dance across the nameless tomb
The one from which comes the deformed boom
That’s why we raise the chalice and sing aloud
Making it clear about how we’ve never been proud
Cause what’s the point in getting drunk
It’s like a boring game of find the headless monk
So I’ll declare that we should bitch and moan
Every word screamed down the megaphone