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letra de alcohol - higin

tell me what you think would get us out
spell out solutions to defeat some kind of doubt
near this time of year
i find something else to fear
tears vacant when it’s a beer banquet
it’s getting frequent
i remember when it was only a “i love you”
some kids but no riches
but i promised i’m all in this
“to win or to lose it” i said with high hopes for them
but finders keepers, losers weepers, so take 4 shots
post mortem
but i’m still breathing
but my brain ain’t beating
aimless roaming around this desert that is earth heaving
coughing seemingly lost in
harmless thoughts but farming harvesting demons that got me saying salvation’s lost
the thoughts repeating
i go to amanda
drunken? nah, f-cking hammered
lambaste her with dialogue saying that i demand her
to take of all her clothes
and that i’ll take all the moves
so i go slow as to not damage her harmless soul

i wish i could miss a sip of alcohol
but this shot of whiskey behind me
got me throwing up in the bathroom stall
my brain static
featureless and plastic
heavy damage you can call this scene traumatic
amanda, amanda, please i’ve f-cking had it
just take off your b-tton up and show me some magic
now in court i sit lawyers see
ain’t got sh-t for loyalty
the more i breath
the more i feel the endless greed
my children robbed
despite all of my endless sobs
this seminar for these rehab slobs
i ring the door bell then turn the kn-b
but then i remember that i don’t live here
december was the case now my presence is near
erased off the face of the earth
reconsider my worth
so i head down to my local church
to be saved by the holy word
take a seat on the sunday meet
i hear the preacher preach
about how jesus is the teacher that reach
his hand out to us all
i follow his pages turned and call
out for the one who stand tall
cuz my life at the bottom of its fall
i cry if i could ever reach salvation
find a place and maybe a job
cuz if not, then this the end of my life
rope of hopeless over homeless stoned, and out of shots and pints
i wish i could miss a sip of alcohol
but this shot of whiskey behind me
got me throwing up in the bathroom stall
my brain static
featureless and plastic
heavy damage you can call this scene traumatic
amanda, amanda, please i’ve f-cking had it
just take off your b-tton up and show me some magic

- higin

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