I am off to fight an army, I am off to fight,
I am off to fight an army of me, I am off to wage a war,
I am off to wage a war upon my own body,
I am off to leave sobriety behind,
I am off to drink and to stumble and to wobble intoxicatedly,
yes, I am off to fight an army of me,
I am off to do things to my body,
that my body tells me not too you see,
yes, I am off to fight a war upon an army of me,
a me who is usually quite coordinated,
and instead, people will see a me,
drinking as much alcohol,
as much alcohol as there would be needed to water a tree,
enough water for a tree to survive,
and enough alcohol for me to be as drunk as can be,
and if I end up chained to a lamppost,
or my head in a bin with my legs sticking in the air,
I probably will not care,
and I would not be surprised you see,
because when I am drunk,
my legs they have a tendency,
a tendency to go everywhere and rather spontaneously,
as spontaneously as could be,
and my brain and my vision will not thank me,
for my intoxicated revelry,
but I will be happy as can be,
laughing and talking all night in the pubs and the clubs,
and drinking as much alcohol,
as much alcohol as water,
as there would be needed to water a tree.
