Drunken Truth

[Instrumental accordion] [Chorus] "Raise your glass high, the end is nigh," he cries in the street, "Got secrets to spill, not just cheap thrills, A plot so deep, it gives the sober chills. But who believes a drunk with stumbling feet?" [Verse 1] In the dim bar light, he caught a sight, Of plans so wild, they'd turn day to night. "A scheme," he slurs, "to bind your minds, With chips and dips and ties that bind." He talks of towers, of unseen powers, Of clockwork plans set to bloom like flowers. "A potion, a lotion, to keep you all in motion, Promised paradise, but it's just commotion." [Chorus] "Raise your glass high, the end is nigh," he warns with a gleam, "Tales of control, of losing your soul, In a world so bold, yet nobody's whole. But who listens to a drunk, lost in his dream?" [Verse 2] He found the proof, oh so aloof, In encrypted mails, under his roof. "Look here and see, the truth's key, But all you do is laugh at me." He showed them all, big and small, The documents that should appall. But they just stare, with a vacant air, "Another round, we don't care." [Instrumental frenetic accordion] [Verse 3] So he dances alone, his truth his own, In shadows cast, his seeds sown. "Maybe one day, you'll see I'm right," As the accordion plays into the night. But the plot unfolds, as the future holds, A tale of a drunk, whose truth was gold. In the end, they saw, with sober awe, The drunk was right, to their shock and gaw. [Chorus] "Raise your glass high, the end was nigh," they sing in defeat, "He had the facts, in all his acts, A prophet ignored, in bizarre pacts. We laughed away, until judgment day." [Outro] [Instrumental melancholic accordion] [Outro] [Instrumental melancholic accordion]