Junior Brother - Full of Wine lyrics

Having ventured miles beyond
The parish ditches
I soon lose the familiar scent
Of shit on wheat and now
Will these pockets be filled or
Will they fill me full of wine?

These anecdotes, echoed
From pub snugs, steel jugs
Old lads roaring the youth out of their faces
Twist my ears and pull my legs
From the street, through the main door
‘Til I’m the ear they echo for

Fed with talk, I gulp and sup
Another for one is never enough
Fed with talk, I gulp and sup
And onward, unaware
Fed with talk, I gulp and sup
Another for one is never enough
Fed with talk, I gulp and sup
And onward, unaware onward, unaware
Onward, unaware

Swimming in the stout
Watching the cream from below
The head above it sinks slowly
To where I wade
And I can’t hear the din about me
Have to sit here, at the bottom
Before my mouth will swallow me

Onward, unaware onward, unaware