Next Mouthful Lyrics

Another backstreet bar, quick as a wink, and there you are

Too many drinks, too many scars and you're a long way from home again

What she says is true; just take a look at you

Slumped over a glass, taking yourself to task again

As far as I can guess, you're out in the cold and in a mess

And then the barman up and says

Your next mouthful is your last

Don't think about it, don't even ask

Where do I go from here?

All I know is nothing is clear

I'm out, no doubt, I'm ex

And that next mouthful is my last

I'm out in the street, shaky on my feet

And who should I meet but some home-grown freaks

Who are looking to do some bruising and what the hell am I doing round here?

Confronted and confounded, I'm wondering why I'm being surrounded

But I've got a skinful and I'm willful to stand my ground here

One said, your wallet, you got it?

I said, you take it and I'll take your eyes from their sockets

He said you talk big but a little too fast

And I'd say your next mouthful is your last

Well, I was never very shy I must say

Never one to take flight or shy away

So, I screamed and shouted and fended stoutly for my life

But one thing I didn't count on was the flick of the knife

The one that caught me just under the rib

That took it all from me, all I had left to give

And there as I fell and there as I slumped

I caught sight of hell sizing me up

And the devil he said, take that breath with a gasp

'Cos your mine feisty one and you know your next mouthful is your last

Don't think about it, don't even ask

Where you go to from here?

All I know now is everything's clear

I'm out, no doubt, I'm ex

And that next mouthful is my last