Leave your woes at the door
Here we know how to drown dead loves
Heart at half-mast, take glass in hand
At the tavern of divine art
Shut your damn complaints
So sing to absinthe's glory
Grit your teeth, toast fearless
Bacchus is god in my home
Right at bliss's rendezvous
You'll be welcome whatever the hour
Drink way more than you should
It's good for everything you've got
Raise your elbow, hold the helm
Forgetting it all ain't the sea to drink
Drink way more than you should
It's good for everything you've got
I leave my woes at the door
I come drown my dead loves
Drink way more than you should
It's good for everything you've got
Drink way more than you should
It's good for everything you've got