I'll take all the guts from a rotten old stiff and choose what I want with a taste or a whiff pack them in jars and infuse them with yeast to brew up a batch for the next midnight feast my skill as a brewer has never been met severed head '87 is my best vintage yet we drink till we're knackered on putrefied pus a chaser of lymph really gives me a rush
Rot Gut despoiling the dead for a high Rot Gut a quart of blood for a quart of rye Rot Gut brandy from bile makes a killer flambe Rot Gut a jigger of rot gut makes my day
my moonshine goes with any dish and makes belches taste like rancid fish hot lung-buttered rum is my specialty du jour and an excellent rot gut hangover cure
Rot Gut despoiling the dead for a high Rot Gut a quart of blood for a quart of rye Rot Gut brandy from bile makes a killer flambe' Rot Gut a jigger of rot gut makes my day
my cup runneth over bile gurgles down my throat a beer bong of unraveled guts spills over with a suet-beer float
a carton of booze made from rancid secretions public hair garnish, the finishing touch vittreous vino, we heartily glug but we'd never use alcohol as a crutch