a drinking ditty

What a waste of a fucking day.
Millions of things to do but on this stool I stay.
Days at a time just wasted away
Just prove me wrong when things are looking up
All the time is just spent drinking
Until I get to the bottom of that endless cup.
Convictions be damned; I know who I am.
Gin! Always the gin
The cure for the disgust when things are looking thin
Peel away the shame and expose the haunting grins.

On this bar stool I stay
Bottle after bottle I slain

The gin in the bottle is enough for me to drown
The next lessons to learn just may be too hard to keep down
It’s something everyone’s always feared
Telling how much time I’ve spent drinking
By the length of my beard

When the sun goes down
It’s bottoms up
all the time is spent drinking
to get to the bottom of an endless cup.

This isn’t our first time
Visiting the palace of the swine
Filled with smoke and slurred voices
Always so drunk I can’t feel a thing
Pledge your allegiance to the fucking swine king

Sometimes a drink is all you need
Remove the shroud of who you are supposed to be
Gin! Always the gin
Never thick and never thin
My words were hollow
But you’ve always believed them
I gotta get back to who I was
before my last ten years on auto-pilot
before I was spineless, before i gave in
because everybody thinks it’s timeless
but time is running out

This is a host
of people I cannot trust
What matters most is the ghost
Of a thousand soldiers on a thousand battlefields
Waiting for the dawn
Waiting for the dawn of every paradise
I can lay my claim
trust nothing
trust no one
just live for your motherfucking claim.