Politicians prattle lies and brace their borrowed might, Nobble in the nighttime, and bomb in the broad daylight; I'll be the man to lead the van, we'll fight and we'll change it all Tonight I'll seek my solace in the ball of alcohol. I can't get drunk enough, I can't get drunk enough, Call for the ball of alcohol, I can't get drunk enough. My best mate turned his back on me, and when I turned my own I found he'd stuck a knife right below my shoulder bone; I'll bide my time, I'll seek revenge, and then I'll plot his fall, Or maybe I'll forgive him in the ball of alcohol. My true love has left me; I suppose the truth to tell, I drove her out the door and she drove me out as well. She won't receive my letters, she won't return my call, I might receive remission in the ball of alcohol. I can hear the wise men tell me, for better or for worse, We choose to walk away or we back out in a hearse. Tonight their wisdom dwindles down til nothing's there at all, And the words become a whisper in the ball of alcohol.