Take me under,
Undertaker.
I'm so full of lingo,
and not so full, of enough booze
Come on, intoxicate me with your life
Your life lives within that one bottle
along with me
You're my only friend as you take me to heaven,
or to hell?
Satisfy my liver with that one tiny taste
That makes my life seem so much better than what I have made it.
Come on, live with me, marry me
Bury your spirit into mine
You know you can do it, with that one sip,
that is simply divine
You take away my hunger
for my problems of this life.
Steal away all my goodness.
For if I had no pride,
I would never know
what it is to be
a truly decent man.
I just want to die,
knowing I could struggle enough at your hands.
Or my hands, as they would like to say
that I am the one with the problem.
Yet they don't see all the solitude you bring
when I reach for that gleaming bottle
I may feel like nothing in the morning,
but at least I shall know.
That you will be waiting, my precious 'Jim beam,'
when I return home.

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