The bottle it’s empty
The whiskey it's gone
But my head is full
And my heart is torn
You see love and whiskey
they’re both the same
Too much of either
and you’ll feel the pain
A bellyful’s too much
A thimble too little
But the thirst’s still building
And the resolve is brittle
It’s time to call it quits
t’s time to throw in the towel
So roll over my darlin’
and pour me a double
Cos life is just
too hard to please
Leaves you beggin
on your knees
And love’s just
an unkempt whore
Do what you want
and settle the score
For at the end my friend
there’s aught you’ll get
Not a clap on the back,
not a pat on the head
Just Six feet of wood
a bunch of rusty nails
And a handful of dust
to cover your trail.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
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