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

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