Anchored Lyrics

We graduate from park benches, sink a couple in between

We stroll on in the bar's entrance, as if there's something in our genes

This is what we inherited from the old men in checkered shirts

And their father's fathers before them, oh no, we are not the first

Sorrows drowned in seas of amber, drifting from emotion

For grief or stress or happiness, we've learnt to crack another open

Drink it, drink it, drink it up now

Drink it, drink it, drink it down

Drink it, drink it, drink it up now

Drink it, drink it, drink it

We drink cos we have problems, we have problems cos we drink

The old woman's on the warpath, she drove Bacchus to the brink

The epidural is wearing off, give her gin instead

For twenty fucking years, the old man has wet the baby's head

The children are the future, and boy they grow up fast

From the cradle to the boozer, we stay anchored to the past

Drink it, drink it, drink it up now

Drink it, drink it, drink it down

Drink it, drink it, drink it up now

Drink it, drink it, drink it