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 motherβs 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
This came out more as a sea shanty, but I'm fine with it