Take me to the hospital
and wrap me up in stitches
with holes left for my mouth
to smoke and drink
and make excuses
Mind the nurses and the medics
sometimes I bit the helping hand
Leave the bottle and let me be
wrapped up and bound, thirsty and mad
Fill me up with what they got
drown me with beer and wine
IVs pills and whiskey shots
medicinal divine
credit the crooked doctor for filling up my tank
for destroying my sobriety and saving a trip to the bank
Twenty million cigarettes
cigars and piss pints later
unstoppable and headstrong
feeling 10 years your junior
hit the sack as morning comes
wake at dusk with shakes and fever
sick with nausea and demented
repent like some true believer
I'm filthy from the city air
and fucked up cross eyed drunk
look like a stray and rabid dog
worn out from puking up
my friends are all insulting
and a shameless bunch of thugs
with their own counterfeit dignity
fake accents and spilt blood
Wake up the next morning
after a night of sleepless sin
hotel rooms, expensive bars
the same fist full of yen
rehearse your lame excuses
catch a buzz take a deep breath
weary legged louts like you
all sleep in the same bed
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