THE DRUNKARD

Reality seems unsowed by blood filled alcohol dreams.
Suck it down,
And bring him home to rainbow colored, haze filled heavens.

See him in his wheelchair with failing love heart turned to dust.
Flying high to Heaven,
Singing sensual songs 'bout some dry gin and vermouth all 'long.
And he sucks it down, sucks it down, sucks it down!
His sweet Savior.

He's running fast and faster in speeding bourbon light,
Sitting in his electric chair with dead heart in hand.
Bleeding infinite.

He chases eternal into forever sleep,
On his way to many plastic paradises
Where pearly gates hold rhinestones in them.

Soulless is the marathon runner of blazing alcohol fantasies.
Alive no more as he takes his last drink and...
Sucks it down.