Beggar Fill Up The Bowl (A Drinking Song of the Beggar Man)

On Givesday of the Beggarmoon we trick, we trick,
And when the Trickmas day is done we drink, we drink,
The city drags us below the sand,
To keep us out of the promised land,
So we might as well drink, as long as we sink,
Beggar fill up the bowl. One day we’ll feed the vermin all extinct, extinct
You can’t avoid that terminal, so drink, so drink,
And squeeze the juniper in the bread,
And if tomorrow we wind up dead,
We might as well drink, as long as we sink,
Beggar fill up the bowl. We’re dancing on the precipice, the brink, the brink,
And laughing into the abyss, we drink, we drink,
We’re on the path into dark Alnar,
We’re falling fast but we’re falling far,
So we might as well drink, as long as we sink,
Beggar fill up the bowl. The world’s a cage, a paddy cart, a clink, a clink,
You can’t get out by staying smart, so drink, so drink,
If there’s a way we can slip the chains,
We’ll only think it with loosened brains,
So we might as well drink, as long as we sink,
Beggar fill up the bowl. A rat knows all the twists and turns to slink, to slink,
That route only a drunkard learns, so drink so drink,
A gravity well is a path that’s straight,
But straight paths grow swerves when you intoxicate,
So we might as well drink, as long as we sink,
Beggar fill up the bowl. The Beggar bids us follow him and winks, and winks,
Keep rolling dice when odds are slim and drink, and drink,
The highways may lead to pits and sand
But there’s backroads he knows like the back of his hand,
So we might as well drink, as long as we sink,
Beggar fill up the bowl.