There’s
so much hidden in a bottle
So
much mystery and power
It
makes you weak at the knees
It
makes you go full throttle
It
imprisons you in an ivory tower
And
then it demands its fees.
There’s
so much hidden in a bottle
Swollen
livers and bloated spleens
Trembling
fingers like weakened steel
Life
doth mockingly chortle.
There’s
so much hidden in a bottle
So
much mystery and power
The
power to create and to destroy
There’s
so much hidden in a bottle.
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