| Would you try?
|
| Could you buy a new drink for the old drunk
|
| It’s no crime to resign misery with a bottle
|
| You walked into town without making a sound
|
| And you slipped and you slammed your face into the crowd
|
| As you tried to forget all the words that were said
|
| To deny all the things that you keep in your head
|
| When you came you were new but today you’re much older
|
| You were spent so you went to get used in the corner
|
| Where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown
|
| And it echoed through town they were beating you down
|
| And as the the word then spread that you liked how it hurt
|
| All at once you were cause for a pitiful cure
|
| Hours pass by half forgotten
|
| Night turns black cause it’s rotten
|
| And we slide right to the bottom
|
| Our tongues made out of cotton
|
| Eyes seal shut in a slumber
|
| Til we hear someone mumble
|
| Could you spare from the tumbler
|
| A new drink a new for the old drunk
|
| Now you waste all your days in the dark in the corner
|
| Without light without grace where you wait for the slaughter
|
| Where they spit in your face as the hours grow late
|
| And they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate
|
| And you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate
|
| All the doom in the pitiful room you create
|
| Hours pass by half forgotten
|
| Night turns black cause it’s rotten
|
| And we slide right to the bottom
|
| Our tongues made out of cotton
|
| Eyes sealed shut in a slumber
|
| Til we hear someone mumble
|
| Could you spare from the tumbler
|
| A new drink for the old drunk |