Let us raise this glass of winenFor your blood burns just like minenAnd we neither felt too much going homenYou know I never really had the mindnFor an ordinary lifenBut I guess I'm going to give it a trynSo here goes...nnAnd I know we both had enoughnDrinking from this broken cupnThat we neither feel too much more like sherrynBut again, boys, to your feetnOne last time on Benefit StreetnSet aside these worried lives you've been bearingnnThough the years have been unkindnLike a winter clementinenWe can only come of age in the coldnNow, what small comfort we might takenThat we've both been born to bravenLeaves us humbled, keeps us honest; we're boldnnAnd we laugh, and we sing, and we dance of the dance of the wise mennAnd alone in the dark, we don't know what their secrets weavenAnd I promise, I know that the poison will surely pass through younIf you scrub, and you wash, then eventually you will come cleannnThen they gather in the gloomnShadows of a darkened roomnPlaying games of luck and fortune, they never winnDon't use shiny tints of wallflowers, counting out your final hoursnGo on, take a swing, again nnAnd we laugh, and we sing, and we dance of the dance of the wise mennAnd alone in the dark, we don't know what their secrets weavenAnd I promise, I know that the poison will surely pass through younIf you scrub, and you wash, then eventually you will come clean