Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play cause my heart is loaded with pain Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine and fill my gla** up again Fill my gla** to the brim till it flows o'er the rim Like the tears flow in this heart of mine While I say so long to the dreams that are gone on account of the warm red wine ( steel ) Oh the prison of stone with its cold iron bars is no more a prison than mine I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape from the chains of the warm red wine S fill my gla** to the brim...