by Billy Childish
and i remember the breath of my father
his kisses where bearded and damp
the romance of the bottle dragging him down
to awaken dishevelled in the tank
and theres no sea deeper than the piss of the bottle
and none speaks the truth like the drunk
whiskey runs through me like a sorrowful river
im down on my knees and im sunk
and i remember my mother hitting the gin
she fell we thought she was dead
naked and doll like his skull face was shouting
we ran to our room painted red
hot for women we curse and abuse them
they say we aint got no respect
full of bravado godless and fearfull
we pray noone will detect
and theres no taste sweeter then the rush of hot vomit
sived through decaying back teeth
id whisper i love you and quit all this hating
but in truth i aint got the belief
smashed and dishevelled of course they did wreck us
poisoned by our own bitter cup
stumbling and hoping inside i was lonely
im sick and im down and im drunk
and theres no sea deeper then the piss of the bottle
and none speaks the truth like the drunk
whiskey runs through me like a sorrowful river
im down on my knees and im sunk
