The Dram House Down in Gutter Lane

Oh, we went on the roam and we never looked back

In search of old Harry and the balderdash

And a cup of the creature and the sourest of mash

In the dram house down in Gutter Lane

Oh, we're roysters, we're rum coves, we're vagabond lads

Horny-backed giggling gals and harridans and hags

Between the cup and the lip, boys, it can turn sour sad

In the dram house down in Gutter Lane

So peer ye well at empty bottles a-rolling on the floor

So many goddamn dead men we can't make it out the door

We are swill-bellied rusty guts in need of one round more

In the dram house down in Gutter Lane

So let the spiritual flesh brokers blow on the coals

We're all flawed and we're fuddled, they shall not engage our souls

It's a noggin in the jar, boys, and there's gruel in the bowl

In the dram house down in Gutter Lane

Oh, we sleep under hedges, bridges and benches

We're a counterfeit brood of old sharpers and wenches

We're in the gun tanked up, aha, we've loosened up our cinches

In the dram house down in Gutter Lane

So lend me a blanket, landlord, you can keep the fleas

It's a drop in the eye and it's a kick in the knee

We're maudlin and we're muddled, too top-heavy to leave

This dram house down in Gutter Lane

So peer ye well at empty bottles a-rolling on the floor

So many goddamn dead men we can't make it out the door

Ah, we're swill-bellied rusty guts in need of one round more

In the dram house down in Gutter Lane