Youth And Whisky

Drip, Drop,
Nowhere else to go,
Full of secrets,
Only the bottle knows,

Drip, Drop,
Money's low,
But gin passes time and make the clocks go,

Drip, Drop,
It's a long walk home,
But the pills in my pocket make a less lonely roam,

Drip, Drop,
I fall to the floor,
Drowning in booze,
I feel no pain anymore.