My best friend kisses me tenderly,

I caress her slim waist expertly

As we sing for auld lang syne

I lay with fallen angels in the grass,

The smoke in my lungs feels like broken glass

As we sing for auld lang syne

Sailing the streets, a man is howling

Clutching his sides, his vision is clouding

As we sing for auld lang syne

Blood pools on the pavement

Crude art - a strangers entertainment

As we sing for auld lang syne

Lost before he hits the ground

No family, no friends around

Only the drunk and high divine

Left to sing for auld lang syne