in the dark we will go marching through the smog down to the bar no distance to far we will rant chant holler through the night our boisterous plight might lead us to a fight we will congregate like a choir pillaging burning on the way the sound of howling dogs will come before us porch lights of worried neighbors light the way once we have landed at the harbor pleasantries kindness they evade moses puts a bill down for his liquor sobriety quickly begens to fade the jewls box plays a song and we all sing along in a band of mighty souls we belong we drink the liquor dry all the whiskey rum rye when you are a god you never die we illuminate like a fire bring the whole damn bar down to its knees each a keg of beer we require with a thirst so great its bigger than the seas one by one we turn the glasses upside down we pound each one to keep the earth below if we dont it spins to quickly round round like a carousel out of control theres nothing left to conquer everybodys beds are full tonight for all you other folkers left lonely there will be tomorrow night when the jewls box plays a song and we all sing along in a band of mighty souls we belong