The Last Drink
This is my last drink tonight,
I clench my fist and look for a fight,
One for the road is what I say,
Beer and whiskey on my lips all day,
Smelling of drink I leave the pub,
Going for chips I look for grub.
The chip shop closed this angers me more,
I look around for another store,
All are closed this angers me,
Looking for any reason to disagree,
I stagger about unable to walk,
Muttering loud unable to talk.
I walk to my gate and kick the cat,
A good feeling inside I'm satisfied with that,
The key in the door I fall inside,
Feeling sick I have no pride,
Just one more drink is what I need,
Look around no one to disagree.
I lift a bottle and drink it down,
Turn around and see her frown,
The wife at the door she watches me,
God that look she's about to disagree,
I clench my fist and hit her head,
She falls to the floor I think she's dead.
I wake in the morning feeling bad,
What have I done I must have been mad,
I look at her body stiff and still,
God help me I feel so ill,
Have I killed my wife? I better not touch?
I look for that bottle, just one more drink, that's not so much.
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