Bottle of Smoke

Thanks and praises Thanks to Jesus I bet on the Bottle of Smoke I went to hell And to the races To bet on the Bottle of Smoke The day being clear The sky being bright He came up on the left Like a streak of light Like a drunken f**k On a Saturday night Up came the Bottle of Smoke Twenty f**king five to one Me gambling days are done I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke And my horse won Stewards inquiries Swift and fiery I had the Bottle of Smoke Inquisitions and suppositions I had the Bottle of Smoke f**k the stewards A trip to Lourdes Might give the old f**kers The power of sight Screaming springers and stoppers And call out coppers But the money still gleams in my hand like a light Bookies cursing Cars reversing I had the Bottle of Smoke Gla*ses steaming Vessels bursting I had the Bottle of Smoke Slip a fifty to the wife And for each brat a crisp new five To give me a break on a Saturday night When I had the Bottle of Smoke Priests and maidens Drunk as pagans They had the Bottle of Smoke Sins forgiven and celebrations They had the Bottle of Smoke f**k the Yanks And drink their wives The moon is clear The sky is bright I'm happy as the horse's shite Up came the Bottle of Smoke