The Spirit of the Beer Bottle Lyrics

Recently I heard a tale

About a Polish drifter by the canal

They thought he drowned from alcohol

Seeking gold, but life was cruel

His spirit spoke"What a rotten life I had

Only the bottle brought me joy, I thought

But the opposite was true

It brought me more trouble, too""Because of alcohol, I couldn't find work

It seemed a vicious circle, a constant quirk

I had to beg, sleep in a tent

Or under a bridge, where no one went""The money from selling the street paper

Went on alcohol, I knew it was wrong, but I was a taker

I had to poop and pee on the street

No other choice, I couldn't retreat""If only I had gone to the Salvation Army

They could have helped me, given me a room and food, you see

They wanted to help me stop drinking

But I was too stubborn, my will was sinking""Now I regret, I'm a spirit and dead

If I hadn't drunk alcohol, I wouldn't have fled

I could have gone back to Poland

Or found work, a wife, and children, my plan""Looking back, I wasted my life

No woman wants a drunkard, my will was strife

In the next life, when I'm born again

I want to live healthy, without a drop, that's my plan"