Bled dry

Bled Dry

For survival, gotta be tough
Another gallon's not enough
A game of give, never take
One more pint, for goodness sake.

It's a game to so long endure
And where's the glory, never sure
As the well slowly churns up dry
They say sorry, sorry, then deny

So much blood shed for la France
For this bloody, wild incessant dance
See the end, there is that prize
Of fun and folly, oh what lies!

Glamour, glamour, worth a drop
Wine and dine, make one more crop
Sing and Sting, just pour it all
On heaven's doorstep, you shall fall

As the sun sets I shall bleed
Overwhelmed by rivers filled of greed
Again a quart to forge ahead
Why. too late now, for I am dead