He says this is the last drink
The very last bottle he will drain
For now, all he wants is to think
While he has senses that still remain
But tomorrow will just bring another day
Where a lonely life will cause only pain
Only one thing can ever take the sorrow away
He will turn to the ****** bottle once again
He has lost it all, lost his very will
He is cursed by the demon drink to follow
He just picks a bottle up to once more swill
He just puts it to his lips and ready to swallow
His life seems to be one long horror show
He ends up being in another drunken daze
He can never stop while the urges continue to grow
He is always trapped in his very own alcohol craze
His wife and family left him so very long ago
But he never looks to find anyones' pity
For this is the life he has come to know
One more lost alcoholic, lost in the city
copyright Chris Smith 2004
Dec 6, 2009
Dec 6, 2009 at 9:00 AM UTC
He says this is the last drink
The very last bottle he will drain
For now, all he wants is to think
While he has senses that still remain
But tomorrow will just bring another day
Where a lonely life will cause only pain
Only one thing can ever take the sorrow away
He will turn to the ****** bottle once again
He has lost it all, lost his very will
He is cursed by the demon drink to follow
He just picks a bottle up to once more swill
He just puts it to his lips and ready to swallow
His life seems to be one long horror show
He ends up being in another drunken daze
He can never stop while the urges continue to grow
He is always trapped in his very own alcohol craze
His wife and family left him so very long ago
But he never looks to find anyones' pity
For this is the life he has come to know
One more lost alcoholic, lost in the city
copyright Chris Smith 2004
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