Sobriety Society
An open bottle, an empty flask
When the glass is full, he’s less than half
He drinks from the cask of a hopeless past
As he trips and he traps over broken glass
Sobriety, society
We’re high as the tide on money and greed
We’re sinking this ship into apathy
Drinking the piss of poverty
The glass is empty
When the level rises, his weakness writhes
Reserves control on his human rights
Well there’s nothing worse than being high and dry
When the grass is greener on the other side
Who’s that crossing over me?
Who’s that crossing over me?
Who’s that crossing over me?
Who’s that crossing over?
Sobriety, society
We’re high as the tide on money and greed
We’re sinking this ship into deep apathy
Lifting the lid on ….. indeed
Drinking the piss of this poverty
The glass is empty
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