Shots of Jack
Your tiny alcoholic son
Grew up to tower over you
But through the *** beating we gave each other
The brawls that broke vacuums
Ruptured holes in doors and walls
Careless acts of rage
You still taught me how to grow up
A pillar of inspiration to never let my addictions
Control the outcome of who I am
59 years old and still able to keep up
I'd fight you today
But we got work tomorrow
I'd sing birthday songs as Christmas Carols
Yet these vocals carry tunes made for war
Not love and affection
So happy birthday pops
And thank you for sticking around
A little longer to guide me into the days
Where I can use my own two feet again
Walking at birth
To standing alone as a man
There couldn't be another dude
That I could call my Pops
I love ya
So don't die on me you old geezer