Battling Addiction
Oh Methuselah, here you are again
With Methuselah in your hand hold tight to your chest
Yesterday you were wheeled down to your abode down the ghetto
By some good fellows walking by
After soaking yourself in an ocean of gin
Oh Methuselah, it’s not too late to repent
Deny Methuselah today and live a purposeful life tomorrow
Methuselah, aren’t you aware you are to live long
But have chosen to live a shortened life
Let that bottle full of wine go, let Methuselah go
And take control of your life once again
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