The Alchemist Songtext
von Celkilt

For six and sixty years I′ve worked like a slave
Night after day, all this time in my cave
There was dust in my hair and frost in my bones
Was tired of working on the fields of hard stone
Was frozen and thirsty but didn't feel like tea
Was so sick and tired of my laboratory
So I went to the pub, took a pitcher of cider
And a drop of strange rum with a viper on board
A pitcher of cider, rum with a viper
And a pint of gin
Near the fireplace with my glass of black beer
I felt better and I fell asleep in my chair
All of a sudden an old man came in
He was a chum that I hadn′t seen for eighty years
We spoke of the past and his family
Refreshed our memories with glasses of whisky
Stood up and went out to see how the world changed
Brought a strong Irish coffee to give me more strength
A pitcher of cider, rum with a viper
Many glasses of whisky, a strong Irish coffee


And a pint of gin
The ground seemed to move up and down as I walked
I found an old tavern beyond the dock
Grabbed an old silver nugget hidden in my sock
And shot off the socks of wine they had in stock
As I tried to go home, staggering in the street
The wind blew a ticket of lotto at my feet
Didn't bother to check whether it was a winner
I got back to the pub to celebrate with champagne
A pitcher of cider, rum with a viper
Many glasses of whisky, a strong Irish coffee
All sorts of wine, a bottle of champagne
And a pint of gin
A pitcher of cider, rum with a viper
Many glasses of whisky, a strong Irish coffee
All sorts of wine, a bottle of champagne
And a pint of gin
A pitcher of cider, rum with a viper
Many glasses of whisky, a strong Irish coffee
All sorts of wine, a bottle of champagne
And a pint of gin
I took five jugs of henny and eight mugs of brandy
Bought a gun in the pub, a stick of kip I said "me"
Sat down on the floor, was in desperate and drunk
Touched gin to gold, would never be my fate
But if my ticket says winner, I'll become a pro, you see
With fabulous weapons, I′ll make me a quitter
Get out of the pub, go anywhere I want
Splash my face with cold water before starting to walk
A pitcher of cider, rum with a viper
Many glasses of whisky, a strong Irish coffee
All sorts of wine, a bottle of champagne
Pint of cocaine, brandy from hell, water in my face
And pints of