The sad truth about the life of a drunk, and how their is help. |
Stinky, worthless, piece of junk That is what you call a drunk Our hair is disheveled and our breath is sour And it’s been a while since we’ve had a shower Our words are slurred, and we don’t walk strait And we make a really awful date Drunks on the street? Their lives are through! FOR GOD’S SAKE DON’T TOUCH THEM—or you’ll get it too Don’t make a joke, or snide, or sneer Because our numbers grow every year We wreak our cars, and get DUI’s Sometimes at the cost of lives We lie, cheat, and steal simply because We’ll do anything to get our next buzz Where do the lies stop and the truth begin? Please don’t believe us—we’ll do it again We spit venom posed to attack And aren’t they dumb when they come back I’ll tear up your household and not even blink I’ll rip your heart open—just hand me a drink! We’re lushes and drunks, boozers and bums Please don’t laugh, at what I’ve become What are you saying? That isn’t me! Look at that guy! He’s way worse than me You’ve never done any of that I bet At least, you’ve never done it Yet You look pretty bad, you’re shaking you know And you hit rock bottom a while ago When was the last time you looked at yourself? Maybe it’s time that you got some help Pick up the phone because we’re always here Were Alcoholics Anonymous, and we’ll always care |