Jason Webley - Drinking Song lyrics

To the old chrome ca**ette of my mother's voice I still cry when I hear her sing The clock struck twelve, the voice I love so well Was eaten up by the machine It was eaten up by the machine When the gla** is full, drink up, drink up This maybe the last time we see this cup If God wanted us sober, he'd knock the gla** over So while it is full we drink up A toast to Mary, a girl I once loved Oh Lord, why do things have to die? If drinking beer could bring her back here I'd drink the damn place dry Yes, I'd drink the damn place dry When the gla** is full, drink up, drink up This maybe the last time we see this cup If God wanted us sober, he'd knock the gla** over So while it is full we drink up Here's to the old house on Lily Pond Lane And the room where my boots used to rest One day I gave the foundation a shake But my home, it did not pa** the test No, my home, it did not pa** the test When the gla** is full, drink up, drink up This maybe the last time we see this cup If God wanted us sober, he'd knock the gla** over So while it is full we drink up