Valhalla Bound

Time elapses and the world spins around
till the violinist no longer makes a sound
I'm sick of ordering the same damn round
put my beer in a cooler on the ground
I'll drink until I can lose this frown
yes, I'll probably act like a circus clown
lost in translation doesn't break it down
I'd go swimming but I would probably drown
I'm not ready to go Valhalla bound
No, I'm not ready to go Valhalla bound
I make a choice and roll some joints, pass them around 
we'll try to get through this whole damn pound
then I'll get dressed in my red and brown
soft, warm, sleeping gown
crawl way out to the pitching mound
and play some fetch with a basset hound
grab some empty cans, make a crown
cause I'm the king of this whole damn town
till I say goodbye and I'm Valhalla bound
till I say goodbye and I'm Valhalla bound

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