The Battle of the Booze

In chilly northern climates
 Where they could not grow the vine
 They perfected a distillation
 Which has stood the test of time
 Derided by the gentry
 As a drink of peasantry
 It has conquered half the world
 With its ghostly subtlety
 In the battle of the booze
 Vodka takes the crown
 Hits you when you're up
 Kicks you when you're down
 While sailing through the world
 Use some common sense
 The juices of the grain
 Make life more intense
 The first one on a Friday
 Is my highlight of the week
 It's the first stop on a journey
 To the oblivion I seek
 I'll take this way in the future
 As I took this way before
 It warms me from the inside
 As it opens up the door
 In the battle of the booze
 Vodka takes the crown
 It hits you when you're up
 And it kicks you when you're down
 While sailing through the world
 Use some common sense
 The juices of the grain
 Make life more intense
 Many are the kinds of agitation that it stills
 Equaling the number of the brain cells that it kills
 It's name is true and so are you when you have it embodied
 It loves to bring to light what you keep hidden
 In the battle of the booze
 Vodka takes the crown
 It hits you when you're up
 And it kicks you when you're down
 While sailing through the world
 Use some common sense
 The juices of the grain
 Make life more intense
 In the battle of the booze (battle of the booze)
 Vodka takes the crown (vodka takes the crown)
 Yeah, it hits you when you're up (hits you when you're up)
 And it kicks you when you're down (kicks you when you're down)
 While sailing through the world (sailing through the world)
 Use some common sense (use some common sense)
 The juices of the grain
 Make life more intense