Drink drown,
Drink drown,
Drink til the last drop goes down.
Drink til the last sound,
Is just.
Drink. Drown.

Drink til your organs melt,
It will hurt like a belt,
Over your drippy crucked spine,
Until the last yelp is mine.
Until you get a sign, that says:
Drink. Drown.

Drink. Drown.
The noises swirl
Throughout the town,
Come to rest beneath the well
Beyond the ringing of the knell.
Worry on your brow; a crown
Of drink, drink, drown.

Drown, drink.
Your throat is pink
From all the gin and swearing.
Your glaring mother’s eyes are staring
Through some sort of hate, you think;
So you drink, drown, drink.

Drown drink.
Makes me think,
It makes me even sick,
When your head's down,
Running around,
Yelling
Screaming
Sobbing
Just
Drink drown drown.

U.D. Muir