The Rocky Fortune
Текст песни Three Sheets

Tonight's a night to savour
Slow down my darling if you're gonna make it last
Let's burn our hard-earned paycheques
Tonight there's even fire in the bellies of the chaste

I swear there's souls here somewhere
Exiled and aloof
They mingle with tobacco ghosts
And roll about the roof

Three sheets to the wind and she's beautiful again
Three sheets to the wind he can navigate the gloom
Three sheets to the wind and we're sorry, always sorry
For everything we never meant to do

Old boys raise your glasses
Old boys flick your smokes
The waitress needs your money
She'll laugh at all your jokes

Heed slurring missionaries
Whose gospel serves to prove
That Jesus asks excuse me
While the devil makes you move

And so we lay our crippled heads
On all-too-often vacant beds
To dream of who we were
And everything we aren't

Three sheets to the wind and she's beautiful again
Three sheets to the wind he can navigate the gloom
Three sheets to the wind and we're sorry, always sorry
For everything we never meant to do

Some they come to click their heels
Others fall, others fight, while others deal
Me, I'm just here to spin my wheels
I've always loved the way that feels