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As the Wine Keeps Flowing


by Iain James Robb


My blood has turned to flour

I've been in Babylon too long

My heart was singed by fire

But it's drowning in my song

We raised a prayer to Mary

We had to take our share

We took our places in the ferry

But we didn't pay the fare

And we don't know where we've came from

And we don't know where we're going

But we don't care just as long

Just as long

Just as long

As the wine keeps flowing.


You took part in the foot race

I toasted you with gin

There was a hole inside my suitcase

For your violent violin

And the waters now are raging

Pray to god this boat don't sink

To face the fate of Gabriel's aging

As we lurch towards the brink

 

And we don't know where we've came from

And we don't know where we're going

But we don't care just as long

Just as long

Just as long

As the wine keeps flowing.

 

The ferryman is on to us

He knows we did not pay

His eyes are filled with flour and pus

As he looks our way

There is no shore in sight for us

Our virtues are grey whores

The concubines who left the bus

Are closing all the doors

And we don't know where we've came from

And we don't know where we're going

But we don't care just as long

Just as long

Just as long

As the wine keeps flowing.


I took your sad stringed mandolin

And nailed it to the sink

Her dress of gold was growing thin

Her slippers they were pink

We don't know where we're coming from

Or even where we're going

But we'll be fine for just so long

As the wine

As the wine

As the wine just keeps on flowing.


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