The method for life
and to deal with hunger,
with crisis, with rotting
with chaos and pain

Chorus:
If you don’t know a place to go
and you’re tired with cryin
Grab the neck of a bottle
and have a drink
The plonk punk

It will burn your kidneys
and corrode your brain
Now you haven’t problems
and you feel like God

So we drink together
champagne for masses
And you’ve got all in it
stench, sulphur and sour tang