Maybe I’ll start drinking gin
Maybe I’ll get really thin
Maybe I will grow a beard and cut off all my hair
Maybe I’ll start running guns
Maybe I’ll start heckling nuns
Be a gin soaked hobo ride the boxcars everywhere
Maybe I’ll start speaking Dutch
Maybe I’ll walk with a crutch
Be a one-legged boxer make it to the hall of fame
Maybe I’ll set fire to cars
start provoking fights in bars
Doesn’t sound too bright at least it wouldn’t be all the same
I could drink myself to death
Always have gin on my breath
stumble through a haze of juniper and fuzzy rage
If I turned it all around
made heaven hell, the sky the ground
Would it push me force my spirit to ascend a higher stage?
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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