I go down to the river of life. Every night for a cure. To my worrying mind. Though the drinks are always on the house. They'll be serving you sorrow. Watching you drown. For the man with a curious soul. Every drink has a price. If you swallow it whole. For the ones who like it strong. Every pill from the draft. Yo'll say. Give me something stronger. Pour some holy water. Baptize me in fire. Bring me something loud. Every night at the river of life. There's a lonely musician selling his strife. In the corner is a lady in black. And a con-artisan is drawing a blank. Every pint is a picture of home. Anf if you're a regular here. You're probably drink alone. For a stiff drink you're out of luck. Every pill from the draft. You'll say. Give me something stronger. Pour some holy water. Baptize me in fire. Bring me something loud. Give me something stronger. Pour some holy water. Baptize me in fire. Bring me something loud