[Lyric] Drunk in the Gutter (Cutthroat Shamrock)

I'm drunk in the gutter, again
I'm drunk in the gutter, again

A forty closer to Heaven
Or a forty closer to Hell
And if I die tomorrow
Well then bury me on a hill

Well the weather it was froth (?)
Not a blanket to sheathe the warmth
Not a penny in our pockets
But then we stole two forties from the store

A forty closer to Heaven
Or a forty closer to Hell
And if I die tomorrow
Well then bury me on a hill

A forty closer to Heaven
Or a forty closer to Hеll
And if I die tomorrow
Well then bury mе on a hill
A forty closer to Heaven
Or a forty closer to Hell