Alcolito

Little Alcohol moves from table to table,
spreading his liquor,
liquor of laughter and joy,
liquor in waterfalls of pain,
pain renewed in every glass
and another glass filled with liquor.
That drugged voice,
that crazy laugh of champagne,
that paranoid gaze
trapped in this den of sin.
The forbidden ritual that’s dying
with the last glass of liquor.
One, two, three parading...
one, two, three procession...
one, two, three paranoia...
and Little Alcohol serves another glass of liquor.
With every drink a smile,
in every glass a betrayal.
Little Alcohol moves from table to table
intoxicating everyone around,
the forbidden ritual that’s dying
with the last glass of liquor.
One, two, three parading...
one, two, three procession...
one, two, three paranoia...
and Little Alcohol serves another glass of liquor.