Evil! Evil Alcohol!
(Verse 1a)
We’re going in to the Den
of the Liquid Libation.
We’re Twenty-One for some fun!
We’ll have a grown-up celebration.
Well, yeah, you’d think we two are twins.
And, that was the truth.
But henceforth all similarity ends!
Here, at the end of our youth!
(Verse 1b)
(Bartender or Doorman)
Well, welcome, ladies, to the the Den!
So glad! You almost nearly missed it!
Here, wanting MORE is what is IN!
Unless there’s somehow you’ll resist it!
Decision leads Division!
Two Lives: Two *Paths* they will follow!
Watch Judgement disappear! It’s clear,
It’s poison, child, you swallow.
(Chorus)
(Party Animals)
What!? ‘One and done!?’
That ain’t no fun!
Since Up is Up.
So, Higher, Higher!”
If one is true,
Then two is too.
Churn, Witches’ Brew!
Burn, FIRE!
Think less is not,
Nor Black is pot.
Just one more shot.
You Liar! Liar!
If one is true,
then two is, too!
(Sister 1)
My conscience is complaining.
(Sister 2)
My Resistance is waning.
(Sister 1)
Must quit while I still see the truth.
(Sister 2)
I’m passed out in the corner booth.
(Verse 2)
(Sister 1)
It’s been 10 years since I been to the den.
I got a stable occupation.
Can’t say as much for my sister, the twin,
Since she prefers intoxication.
Yeah, she got married to the BOTTLE,
And drank on to husband number two.
Girl, your foot’s stuck on the throttle,
and you’re children are watching you.
You ruined your good reputation, and your life is a mess!
You’re in denial, now, and you know it’s true!
(Sister 2)
Oh, more advice from up above from my twin sister the Success!
(Sister 1)
It’s moderation, it’s moderation!
Why don’t you come back to your senses?!
Save your family!
(Sister 2)
I’ve heard it all before, so, don’t you lecture me!
(Sister 1)
You’ve lost your self-control!
(Sister 2)
Let me be!
(Chorus)
(Party Animals)
What!? ‘One and done!?’
That ain’t no fun!
Since Up is Up.
So, Higher, Higher!
If one is true,
Then two is too.
Churn, Witches’ Brew!
Burn, FIRE!
Think less is not,
Nor Black is pot.
Just one more shot.
You Liar! Liar!
If one is true,
then two is, too!”
(Sister 2)
I could leave it if I want to.
(Bartender/Doorman)
Your past failures, they will haunt you.
(Sister 2)
Dear God above, can I still see the truth?
(Bartender/Doorman)
Your drunk friends, they taunt you.
(Sister 2)
I’ll join them in the corner booth.
Bridge:
(chorus of patrons…high soprano/falsetto)
Freedom…means the opportunity to call ’em as you see ’em.
But your eyes can re-invent reality:
A Circus => A Museum.
Alcohol ain’t the only one, at all, to cheat ’em and mislead ’em.
If you should drop your defenses,
Defy consequences,
Give in to your senses
again,
and again,
and again,
and again.
(Bartender/Doorman)
And, so, the sisters, they got older in predictable ways,
From way back when when they went to the Den.
The one whose family’s out of order wouldn’t repent of her ways.
She sipped suicide, straight to the end.
And, so, you see that the decision of the Temperant strain
Will reap reward for its true discipline.
But if youre deep in cloudy vision, and refuse to refrain,
You’ll wish, “O Lord!” you’d learned when to say when.
Evil, evil Alcohol!
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