Changed In An Instant

He reaches for the brown bag, As he sqauts by the river Skipping angry stones in a flurry As he washes away his liver Thinkin bout the old days When he was a name in the game Then his company closes down Stealin his fifteen minutes of fame, His society turns their head away So with no place left to turn, He watches the bank take his home Losing all he ever earned His family deserts him Like a child left in a basket, He knows in the end they will burn him Since he cant afford a casket And he reaches for the brown bag As he falls onto the river He lets the current take him Like the bottle took his liver