Take a look into my bloodshot eyes
Too many beers over the years
Too many lies and false alibis
Telling drunkin stories,morning glory
First beer about 10 in the morning
My second at about 20 past
Another day off work,work is boring
A few more beers,by lunch time im
Snoring.
Wake up about 3 have myself a longneck
3.30 I have another,then another.
About 5.30,i have a liquid dinner,I cant
help it,I have gone from saint to sinner.
Started drinking,when I was like thirteen
after school have a dose of liquid amber.
My didn’t understand what was happening
to me.
I am going off the deep end,I hold my
hoping I don’t drown
Fuck it,its time for another round.
I think I am riding the slippery slope of
no hope.
A downward spiral into the abyss
Jesus I really need to do a piss.
After my leak,I head to the bar
on my way to a bridge too far
Is there a bungee rope on this slippery
slippery slope.
I hope it holds and doesn’t break.
My life is a lie,it is all fake.
Just give me a beer for goodness.
I don’t care my ashes they can rake.
After I am gone,sing a mournful song
Light up and smoke another bong.
Goodbye cruel world,I think Hamlet said.
I would wake up,but I am dead.
ps This story isn’t about me or anybody
it is what it is,just a story.
