I'm a drunk
They never let me sleep
Make me hold their problems
In my clumsy hands
I drop them and mix them up
Now this drunk has the shy man's problems
And only when nothing makes sense will
This common problem of problems
Undo this chaos
So then this drunk finally has he own demons
to himself, as if he asked
See them
Massaging his shoulders, telling him, "Sip more. Sip More!"
He loves the knives slicing his throat
Though his conscience leaves him at this fountain
He thinks it's pouring youth
So he drinks
If he only knew
He drink himself to death
"Have another glass of regret,"
The bartender politely offers
With his long black cape and sickle
"Don't you want to go where everybody knows your name?"
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